I: diary, 27 March

Thursday 27th March. No work today. Having a somewhat lazy day which
is lovely although I feel a bit guilty as R is hard at work as usual. I
console myself with the fact he is thirteen years older than I am. I
will keep him in his old age one day.

It was sunny enough to eat lunch in the garden today. I had hot dog
sausages stuffed with extra mature cheddar cheese with a small dollop
of ketchup in stay-fresh white bread. Not very healthy but it was
pretty yummy. I finished off with a banana and a choc ice. Not nearly
as relaxing as before as R's mobile phone kept ringing with
super-important business. I tried to block it out as I indulged in
reading Writers' Forum magazine. They have published another one of my
letters. That's nice. Gave me a sense of satisfaction. I know I can
write something that someone wants to publish. It's a pity no-one wants
to pay me for it though.

Tomorrow we are going to give our "Notice" to marry. That costs ?30
each. What a rip off. It's exciting though. We have to go to the
Council offices in town taking our passport and proof of address with
us. I never knew one had to do such things, I thought you just turned
up on the day and were married.

R went to the pub last night for drinks with Paul. I stayed in and
watched Bridget Jones's diary on Sky. I am such a soppy cow I even
cried at that. Tonight is the cliffhanger of Eastenders when we find
out what happened to Lisa. It's also the night that R is going to eat
with me. R hates Eastenders. I will have to do some diplomatic
negotiations.

I have broken the news to Big M that I will not see her on Mother's
Day. Actually she took it pretty well. We are due a visit to R's mother
and I don't think either of us is up to two mothers in one day. R's
mother is a very sweet lady who thinks she's older than she is. She
frets a lot about defrosting her freezer. We haven't got through a
visit in months without mention of defrosting. Now she has her new
fridge-freezer I fear the conversation coming on again. She will give R
far too many choccie biccies and I will frown at him.