Today has been as good as yesterday was bad so all those of you enduring a bad time at the moment can take heart because it’s true that a rise follows a fall.
My day started much the same as it left off yesterday except today I went to work with no expectations and the morning proved this to be the right approach.
It wasn’t until lunch break that things started to look up. I’d just made my coffee and was about to sit down when I heard what was nothing short of beautiful music to my ears, ‘Are you there Jake’?
Through the window I saw Lady Alex looking lost in the potting shed yard.
I had the heater on in the potting shed so the door was bolted from the inside, not to keep anyone out but the latch is broken so it’s the only way of keeping it closed. I did answer to let her know I was home but I also moved like lightening to the door, not because I was getting over excited or anything, but born out of my mum’s advice last night, plus all the lost time, disappointment, inspiration gained from reading other peoples blogs and also of course Lady Alex’s own remarks the other day I was determined that no matter what the out come the next time I saw her I was going to try my best to stay cool, calm and collected. Not sure what being collected is all about but it sounds better than calculating.
I know mum would not encourage me to have any desires on Lady Alex but she was right when she said that sitting around being miserable was not going to achieve anything. No matter how much I tell myself it’s a recipe for disaster and despair I can’t give up my feelings for her, I just can’t. So the only alternative as far as I can see is to let them play out even though I know that one day, one way or another its going to come to an end so it may as well be today as any other.
So I rushed to get the door because after nearly six days without seeing her I wasn’t about to let her disappear again just because she thought I wasn’t around.
As it happened she had heard me and was almost at the door before me. I was quite shocked when I opened it and saw her. She never seems to have a lot of colour but her face was almost ghost like it was so pale. She also looked perished even though she was wearing the long black coat, really she looked terrible, and of course I mean that in a sympathetic sort of way.
On opening the door she greeted me with that sexy upper class accent which I find so attractive, ‘Oh, hello Jake, have you got time for a chat’?
‘Yes for sure Lady Alex, I will always have time for you, come on in here where it’s a bit warmer’!
Go on guys, give me a clap and a cheer, you know I deserve it for that one! I mean how cool was that, how decisive. A little smooth maybe but I slipped it in just great don’t you think, and all from a guy who is yet to be kissed in anger. I guess there is still some hope for me yet!
She looked at me for a split second all serious, like I was taking the piss or something but I smiled and held her gaze so that she could see in my eyes that I was sincere and I knew the ice was shattered into a million pieces when she took my invite with one of her lovely smiles and said, ‘Jake, that is so sweet – thank you’.
That made me feel like a million pounds and it also seemed to put a bit of colour in her cheeks and that’s all a real knight ever wants is to put a smile on his lady’s face and colour in her cheeks. My spirits were flying with the angels and the sap was fast getting out of control as I replied, ‘That’s ok’, in the most casual manner I could muster under the circumstances.
Then she spotted my lunch out on the bench and said, ’It would seem that I’m disturbing your lunch break – I’m sorry, I never thought’.
Then quickly added, ‘What’s on the menu’?
I told her they were just jam sandwiches which I must confess to feeling a bit embarrassed about admitting too the one I was trying to impress the most.
I needn’t have worried as she seemed quite interested and not put off at all by the fact they were only jam sandwiches and not caviar.
‘Its years since I had a jam sandwich from a lunch box’ she said with enthusiasm at the same time as checking out the contents of the box. I couldn’t imagine Lady Alex ever having eaten a jam sandwich from a plastic lunch box. She was now doing her up close and personal thing, which I remember her doing on that first time I met her and a few times since. I don’t find it so intimidating anymore, in fact I enjoy the closeness. I was just contemplating whether I could get away with putting my arm around her shoulders as she stood by my side looking in to my lunch box when she surprised me by asking if I had one to spare.
‘Yeh sure, you can have one if you want but mum makes them like doorsteps’ I said, again, not at all being able to imagine a lady like her being able to handle one of mum’s jammy doorsteps.
Once again she showed no signs of being put off and now I have time to think about it more closely I am heartened by the fact that she isn’t so up herself so as not to eat a jam sandwich with the garden boy. Maybe there is hope of some kind after all.
Anyway once permission had been granted she picked one out of the box and went and sat on the stone work bench opposite. As hard I was trying to hang on to the situation I knew I was once again becoming overwhelmed by her, which is not a complaint, I love the feeling but I was trying to make the most of the time with her and I couldn’t do that if my mind went all fuzzy.
She woke me from my thoughts with, ‘Come on then Jake, I can’t eat alone’ she said, gesturing to the lunch box. Again I felt a bit uncomfortable eating in front of her, especially knowing how mum’s jammy doorsteps take on a life of their own which she found out on only the first bite as black currant jam leapt out from between the bread and landed on her coat. She just laughed it off which again I thought was really cool. I sat on the bench opposite her and it was fun eating with her and chatting like mates. I still can’t believe that the most beautiful woman in the world, who could have eaten what she wanted anywhere in the world with lots better people than I chose to eat a jammy doorstep in a damp old shed with me as her mate… AND what’s more she was happy to do so. I didn’t make her and she never stopped smiling the whole time. I know people from my background that would turn their nose up at that. Who knows, maybe she even means it when she says the only difference between us is the money.
She stayed for about forty five minutes but it seemed like only five it went so quick. But like she said she had to go before someone sent out a search party, not that we were doing anything except talking but you know how people are. The one bit of bad news is that I won’t see her again until Monday as Lord A is coming from London tonight and is spending a few days here so that’s going to be another five days without her – as a friend that is, I expect I will see her as the boss in the morning as she says she is feeling better now. It seems she got a bit down in the dumps about something which she made obvious she didn’t want to talk about so I didn’t spoil the day by pressing the matter. Don’t suppose it’s really my business anyway as long as she’s ok now.
Well as you can imagine I didn’t feel like doing much work after lunch, so full was my head of what happened and how well it turned out. I can’t help but put her on a pedestal and I think that is where she belongs but I’m going to helping her down from it as often as I can so as to play and be mates and have fun like today.
My day started much the same as it left off yesterday except today I went to work with no expectations and the morning proved this to be the right approach.
It wasn’t until lunch break that things started to look up. I’d just made my coffee and was about to sit down when I heard what was nothing short of beautiful music to my ears, ‘Are you there Jake’?
Through the window I saw Lady Alex looking lost in the potting shed yard.
I had the heater on in the potting shed so the door was bolted from the inside, not to keep anyone out but the latch is broken so it’s the only way of keeping it closed. I did answer to let her know I was home but I also moved like lightening to the door, not because I was getting over excited or anything, but born out of my mum’s advice last night, plus all the lost time, disappointment, inspiration gained from reading other peoples blogs and also of course Lady Alex’s own remarks the other day I was determined that no matter what the out come the next time I saw her I was going to try my best to stay cool, calm and collected. Not sure what being collected is all about but it sounds better than calculating.
I know mum would not encourage me to have any desires on Lady Alex but she was right when she said that sitting around being miserable was not going to achieve anything. No matter how much I tell myself it’s a recipe for disaster and despair I can’t give up my feelings for her, I just can’t. So the only alternative as far as I can see is to let them play out even though I know that one day, one way or another its going to come to an end so it may as well be today as any other.
So I rushed to get the door because after nearly six days without seeing her I wasn’t about to let her disappear again just because she thought I wasn’t around.
As it happened she had heard me and was almost at the door before me. I was quite shocked when I opened it and saw her. She never seems to have a lot of colour but her face was almost ghost like it was so pale. She also looked perished even though she was wearing the long black coat, really she looked terrible, and of course I mean that in a sympathetic sort of way.
On opening the door she greeted me with that sexy upper class accent which I find so attractive, ‘Oh, hello Jake, have you got time for a chat’?
‘Yes for sure Lady Alex, I will always have time for you, come on in here where it’s a bit warmer’!
Go on guys, give me a clap and a cheer, you know I deserve it for that one! I mean how cool was that, how decisive. A little smooth maybe but I slipped it in just great don’t you think, and all from a guy who is yet to be kissed in anger. I guess there is still some hope for me yet!
She looked at me for a split second all serious, like I was taking the piss or something but I smiled and held her gaze so that she could see in my eyes that I was sincere and I knew the ice was shattered into a million pieces when she took my invite with one of her lovely smiles and said, ‘Jake, that is so sweet – thank you’.
That made me feel like a million pounds and it also seemed to put a bit of colour in her cheeks and that’s all a real knight ever wants is to put a smile on his lady’s face and colour in her cheeks. My spirits were flying with the angels and the sap was fast getting out of control as I replied, ‘That’s ok’, in the most casual manner I could muster under the circumstances.
Then she spotted my lunch out on the bench and said, ’It would seem that I’m disturbing your lunch break – I’m sorry, I never thought’.
Then quickly added, ‘What’s on the menu’?
I told her they were just jam sandwiches which I must confess to feeling a bit embarrassed about admitting too the one I was trying to impress the most.
I needn’t have worried as she seemed quite interested and not put off at all by the fact they were only jam sandwiches and not caviar.
‘Its years since I had a jam sandwich from a lunch box’ she said with enthusiasm at the same time as checking out the contents of the box. I couldn’t imagine Lady Alex ever having eaten a jam sandwich from a plastic lunch box. She was now doing her up close and personal thing, which I remember her doing on that first time I met her and a few times since. I don’t find it so intimidating anymore, in fact I enjoy the closeness. I was just contemplating whether I could get away with putting my arm around her shoulders as she stood by my side looking in to my lunch box when she surprised me by asking if I had one to spare.
‘Yeh sure, you can have one if you want but mum makes them like doorsteps’ I said, again, not at all being able to imagine a lady like her being able to handle one of mum’s jammy doorsteps.
Once again she showed no signs of being put off and now I have time to think about it more closely I am heartened by the fact that she isn’t so up herself so as not to eat a jam sandwich with the garden boy. Maybe there is hope of some kind after all.
Anyway once permission had been granted she picked one out of the box and went and sat on the stone work bench opposite. As hard I was trying to hang on to the situation I knew I was once again becoming overwhelmed by her, which is not a complaint, I love the feeling but I was trying to make the most of the time with her and I couldn’t do that if my mind went all fuzzy.
She woke me from my thoughts with, ‘Come on then Jake, I can’t eat alone’ she said, gesturing to the lunch box. Again I felt a bit uncomfortable eating in front of her, especially knowing how mum’s jammy doorsteps take on a life of their own which she found out on only the first bite as black currant jam leapt out from between the bread and landed on her coat. She just laughed it off which again I thought was really cool. I sat on the bench opposite her and it was fun eating with her and chatting like mates. I still can’t believe that the most beautiful woman in the world, who could have eaten what she wanted anywhere in the world with lots better people than I chose to eat a jammy doorstep in a damp old shed with me as her mate… AND what’s more she was happy to do so. I didn’t make her and she never stopped smiling the whole time. I know people from my background that would turn their nose up at that. Who knows, maybe she even means it when she says the only difference between us is the money.
She stayed for about forty five minutes but it seemed like only five it went so quick. But like she said she had to go before someone sent out a search party, not that we were doing anything except talking but you know how people are. The one bit of bad news is that I won’t see her again until Monday as Lord A is coming from London tonight and is spending a few days here so that’s going to be another five days without her – as a friend that is, I expect I will see her as the boss in the morning as she says she is feeling better now. It seems she got a bit down in the dumps about something which she made obvious she didn’t want to talk about so I didn’t spoil the day by pressing the matter. Don’t suppose it’s really my business anyway as long as she’s ok now.
Well as you can imagine I didn’t feel like doing much work after lunch, so full was my head of what happened and how well it turned out. I can’t help but put her on a pedestal and I think that is where she belongs but I’m going to helping her down from it as often as I can so as to play and be mates and have fun like today.
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