Today was the first weekend I havent spent with K in MONTHS.
I was maudlin most of the day … I had kept thinking what I was going to do with myself on Saturday and had decided that I was at least going into town to have a really long slow cappucino in Costa.
So thats what I set out to do … but the closer I got to that coffee the more my heart sank and by the time I got into the Waterstones where Costa is situated, I had basically decided to just turn around and make my way back to my motor.
But …
Just as I was thinking that she phoned me …
I answered immediately … normally if im in a shop, a book shop in particular, and someone phones me I leave it and ring them back later.
But I couldnt hit the accept button fast enough this time.
It was a GOOD phonecall … some phonecalls are just phonecalls … some phonecalls are terrible gut wrenching phonecalls … but this was one of those that can lift a spirit out of the doldrums and peel away layers.
We chatted for five minutes and I didnt once worry about who was around me hearing me.
Immediately afterwards, Feeling sprightly and chuffed I hit the escalator and went straight up to Costa and as I did I couldnt help smiling as I thought about how K NEVER takes the escalator here – she uses the stairs that run parralel to them and always tuts at me for being lazy.
I always get to the top first though.
