Dear Diary ... The trip to the library was, how shall we say, 'different'. Harold and I strolled along, his hand gently on my elbow, as I was feeling rather excited, and excitement makes me dizzy. Perhaps not exactly dizzy, but certainly light headed!
I changed my book and chose a Jackie Collins novel ... I love reading about the famous stars. Had I been a little less reticent and shy in my younger days I could have been a big star in the movies, as I received a standing ovation when I sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in my first year at school. Sadly I was overcome with shyness, wet my panties, and ran off the stage in shame. But that is all in the distant past.
I didn't encourage Harold to linger around the corner where the encyclopaedias, dictionaries, and medical tomes are housed. All to clearly I remember boys around the age of ten or eleven congregating in that part of the school library, and giggling about certain words. Men are simply big boys; the glint in his eye did little to make me change my long held opinion on that matter. There is a wonderful garden section that I casually steered him towards.
It wasn't until after we had checked out our books; he chose two on gold fish, which did rather surprise me as I hadn't thought he took all that much notice of Greensmith and Redshaw; that Harold suggested we find a cosy cafe for a cup of tea, and a cake. That idea went down extremely well! Niece isn't great on sweet treats, informing me that carrying too much weight is bad for my health.
The Cosy Cafe stands between two tall buildings, its quaint exterior echoing its 1950's interior. Small tables with red-checkered tablecloths cast a look of cleanliness, and proclaimed wholesome fare for sale. Harold guided me to an alcove. I was entranced to see the table had a tiny crystal vase containing three pink roses and a shivery branch of delicate fern, along with fine china; matching milk jug and sugar basin, both covered of course to deter unwanted intruders.
I allowed Harold to order. I have found over the years that this simple action gives a male companion a feeling of importance; and after all if they are paying, shouldn't they be allowed to choose? His choice was impeccable; Earl Grey tea, with lemon of course, and two large scrumptious looking, and tasty as I found out, slabs of cream filled sponge, as light and delectable as I have ever enjoyed. Such a lovely man Dear Diary.
A simple outing, a cup of tea and a slice of cake ... what more could a girl ask for?
I changed my book and chose a Jackie Collins novel ... I love reading about the famous stars. Had I been a little less reticent and shy in my younger days I could have been a big star in the movies, as I received a standing ovation when I sang Twinkle Twinkle Little Star in my first year at school. Sadly I was overcome with shyness, wet my panties, and ran off the stage in shame. But that is all in the distant past.
I didn't encourage Harold to linger around the corner where the encyclopaedias, dictionaries, and medical tomes are housed. All to clearly I remember boys around the age of ten or eleven congregating in that part of the school library, and giggling about certain words. Men are simply big boys; the glint in his eye did little to make me change my long held opinion on that matter. There is a wonderful garden section that I casually steered him towards.
It wasn't until after we had checked out our books; he chose two on gold fish, which did rather surprise me as I hadn't thought he took all that much notice of Greensmith and Redshaw; that Harold suggested we find a cosy cafe for a cup of tea, and a cake. That idea went down extremely well! Niece isn't great on sweet treats, informing me that carrying too much weight is bad for my health.
The Cosy Cafe stands between two tall buildings, its quaint exterior echoing its 1950's interior. Small tables with red-checkered tablecloths cast a look of cleanliness, and proclaimed wholesome fare for sale. Harold guided me to an alcove. I was entranced to see the table had a tiny crystal vase containing three pink roses and a shivery branch of delicate fern, along with fine china; matching milk jug and sugar basin, both covered of course to deter unwanted intruders.
I allowed Harold to order. I have found over the years that this simple action gives a male companion a feeling of importance; and after all if they are paying, shouldn't they be allowed to choose? His choice was impeccable; Earl Grey tea, with lemon of course, and two large scrumptious looking, and tasty as I found out, slabs of cream filled sponge, as light and delectable as I have ever enjoyed. Such a lovely man Dear Diary.
A simple outing, a cup of tea and a slice of cake ... what more could a girl ask for?
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