Stage 1 - Fascination ::::::::::::::::::: Stage 2 - Making an approach
Stage 3 - Resentment, leading to hatred and violence.
Thanks, Elaine for a lovely meal out at the Mandarin restaurant in Newcastle. We're glad you're that little bit older, mainly because we got to have such a lovely time. Look at her here, folks - she was pleased as punch with her birthday cake:
Awww....a few strawberries and a couple of umberallas. Textbook.
Yesterday TL and myself went shopping. Interesting, perhaps, because we all but never do this. As a result we now have new phones just like Jason has. We also bought a fridge-freezer which will arrive on Tuesday, or so they insist.
In addition, we are getting a nice memory foam mattress and pillow for our bed. The pillow will be identical to one Jason has already got.
As I drove away from Blyth tonight, I experienced that crunchy quietness that is only possible when it has snowed and settled. It was actually quite exciting.
Living in Stanley for so long made me dread the snow, as it always meant difficulty in getting around and often spells of digging, squirting and scraping - but not necessarily in that order. This year in NBTS, I almost felt that winter had sneaked by without so much as a wave.
As I sat in the warm spring sunshine last week, I reflected on how idyllic the weather was here. Every morning, bar very few, the sunshine rises over the sea and warms us in our bed before we even get up. Even when overcast skies are forecast, NBTS seems to manage a ray of sunlight here and there. It's extraordinary.
Now, tonight, the reality of a late cold snap has struck with some gusto. I'm relieved really, because no winter at all would have been truly freaky. Those long hot sticky months are not far away and we need something to contrast them with.
When it does come so late, it rarely stays for long, so I think I'll just enjoy it while it lasts and snuggle up warm in bed. Mmmm....that's a nice idea.
Despite obvious concerns, Jason successfully become 38 earlier today.
In a day full of contrasts and contradictions, Jason lived through his birthday and managed to appear happy for the 0.16% of it that I personally witnessed. Well done that man. Let's hope that this next year is a truly epic one in which many positive and smashing things happen. Let's hope that.
I stayed a while to gaze at his dizzying array of hi-tech presents and to be awed by his baritone ukulele. (And no, that wasn't a euphemism) Yes, I hear you - it IS like a little guitar without the bottom two strings - but it has a presence all of its own, and chords sound, in every way measurable, "better" on it. Sources close to Jason confirmed this.