I seem to be so unfazed by Miss Delias impending visit today. In fact, I have the Rooibos tea for breakfast, so I can save the last remaining tea bags for her. Even the biscuit jar is looking particularly dire. I may be able to scrape together a couple of chocolate shortbreads to offer her. Gee whiz, this is not like me. How things have changed since those first meetings, planning my cookie choices for weeks. But I feel disheartened and I think I'm just protecting myself from yet more disappointment. She's late today too as her furry friend needs to get to the vet, so we wait for her. Not anxiously like we used to but LRUN is out in his man-den shed building something random and I browse pinterest for new cake recipes, thinking about this Rhubarb and Custard Cake, glancing occasionally at the barren biscuit jar thinking I really should have made the effort.
She finally arrives and in the rush to get her out of the rain and into the dry, I clock a few extra pages peeping out of her notebook. I quickly remind myself she is here to talk about going on the national adoption register and that these pages are probably the application forms. After a few minutes of idle chit chat about the cat, her face breaks into the most radiant smile, she reaches for a
I have to rush off to work and Miss Delia says we have until Tuesday to decide if we would like to pursue this match. There is a lot to think about and I find work really hard to concentrate on. Triple A is my saviour and sends me encouraging texts throughout the day. As each hour passes, I keep seeing his chubby little face. I send LRUN a text saying I think the big man is growing on me and I desperately want to know how he feels. LRUN replies saying 'he's thinking'. This is one of the busiest bank holidays we've had coming up filled with forest theatre, bbq's plus I have a huge vintage cake order to make and deliver. I just need to find the time to sit down with a cuppa (after I've done the groceries and bought more tea that is!) and just soak all this info on the Big Man up.