Given an unexpected day off work I decide to use it productively but two cups of coffee and a text to Mr N later I think that a nap is a good idea. Spending time with Mr N always gives me a good feeling and I snuggle up under the duvet reflecting on how good the previous night had been.
I realise that it must appear that my life revolves around waiting for the next call from Mr N. This is not the case, I have lots of other things going on in my life and I am looking forward to the week ahead but still have not resolved the problem of the dinner invitation from G. I have a habit of putting difficult decisions to the back of my mind and dealing with them at the last possible moment and this is what I do.
Wednesday is lunch with a girlfriend and a girl neither of us have met but are looking forward to meeting tremendously to discuss various ideas for the site. The meeting is great fun and we entertain the other diners in a pub garden somewhere in the depths of Buckinghamshire with our combined tales and much laughter. J proves to be just as funny in real life as she is in print but her ability to drive and talk are perhaps not her greatest asset and I feel we have been fortunate to arrive back at the station without being squashed underneath the wheels of a white van.
Back home I settle down for an evening of writing. I need to check on some dates and scroll through my texts, coming across the photo Mr N sent the previous week. Looking at the message details I am a little surprised to find I was not the only recipient of the photo. Just at that moment Mr N texts to say what a fantastic night Sunday was. I text back agreeing but can’t help commenting on the fact that others have been lucky enough to receive his pic. He texts back to say I know that he chats to people and asks if I still talk to other people! Hmmmm difficult one to answer that, especially as a few minutes later G rings to say how much he is looking forward to us having dinner on Saturday. My reply to Mr N is that yes, I talk to anyone but don’t send pics. I realise this is being a little economical with the truth but it has been a while since anyone has been lucky enough to have one of my special pics!
I am now in a complete quandry. Is Mr N merely talking to other people; just a couple of weeks previously he had said, categorically that he does not see anyone else. Should I have dinner with G and if I do, would it just be dinner? I know myself too well. Once again I put the decision to the back of my mind, it’s only Wednesday after all and I have at least two days to make up my mind.
Thursday I spend the day in Brighton with my children. Now they live away from home I always look forward to seeing them even though I know my bank balance will suffer. My daughter meets me from the train and we find a pub and wait for her brother. The boy has obviously inherited my inability to be on time and 45 minutes later he turns up with his girlfriend, girlfriend’s friend and his flatmate in tow. I realise lunch is going to be expensive and wonder if the fact we are going to Jamie Oliver’s restaurant has persuaded the waifs and strays to tag along!
As I sit being entertained by my completely mad offspring I am glad they are free spirits and that I let them choose the direction they wanted to follow in life instead of insisting they follow the conventional route. We’ve come through difficult times together, had some very tough years but that is all behind us now and the three of us couldn;t be closer. It does seem though that I have brought them up to have expensive tastes and I wonder where my son developed such a taste for highly priced cocktails! Usually I am unimpressed by celebrity chef restaurants but this one is superb and I pay the £200 bill with just a small intake of breath!
I have a little business to do with my son, for Mr N and I am slightly nervous on the journey home to have a cling filmed packet stuffed into my bra, having visions of sniffer dogs following me around Liverpool Street. The journey home is uneventful however although busy with texts and phone calls. My decision about Saturday is made more complicated by a dinner invitation from a cousin in Camden. She wants me to make a Christening cake for her son and daughter in law and as they are visiting for the weekend thinks it will be a good opportunity to see talk about the cake. I realise that turning down the invitation will incur the wrath of my mother, not a pleasant prospect so I now have to choose between a dull family evening with dreadful food, discussing a cake, or what could be a very interesting dinner in another part of London!
I know that part of my indecision is to do with Mr N but am I being foolish? Am I really, as he insists, the only person he sees? Should I really be turning down an invitation from G who is so keen to see me. Should I spend the evening with family in Camden?
Saturday arrives and I know the decision has to be made but what is it going to be……………….
By Mis Naughty
