Back again today after a short break.
So what did I do , well on Tuesday I followed my routine and went to bed , "the clapped out lada" started yet again .
Woke up on the 24th early start, at 6 am off to Lincoln to attend an event connected with wifes Charity work .
I woke up from who knows where, all I recall of my dream was some unconnected scenes from some a very strange argument about someone blaming me the moon had disappeared around a large long hut , and was being chased by dogs and a knife welding beast( makes no sense to me )it`s only recently I ve discovered that I may be sufferring what they call "night terrors" , a creepy and disturbing development , still Ive always just accepted them ,as when your asleep you dream alsorts of strange things .
I woke up some time before wife , and just lay there in bed , as most of us do and decided I was getting bored waiting for the alarm to go off in 20 minutes and decided to give partner a tap and awake my " Lada" After a short while she woke up and she dressed with the everyday bottoms and fluffy top , even at that early time I felt a little more than frisky, but it was a lost cause to be honest, well its the law that as a male you habe to try your luck don`t you , a long journey was looking ever so long , very long .
Running through the headlines I took shorter time than most mornings to see what was happening in the world .
Little of any real concern , like most days nothing was on offer, just the frame by frame reel of history .
By now, you know I have two toast, marmalade and coffee, that consumed ,dressed and waited like all men do for your partner to spray paint her self , and apply her makeup.
Setting off we cruised down to Lincoln and parked , eating a prepaired snack , and saving lunch to eat in a park .
Things went according to plan although due to an unseen problem , we ended up eating in a long neglected satellite section of this once fine park.
In the cathedral the venue was very impressive to say the least and while forced to be there, I sat thinking about how I must be the only one here who doesn`t believe in all this , and how strange some of the robes and costumes are , I wondered how far back the design went , while my mind wondered and thoughts of what was for my evening meal would be, I became very aware of a very attractive perfume that filled the air, the woman to my right was the owner of said perfume , I couldnt place what brand it was ,but at that time it mattered little, all that I knew it smelt very rich and heavy.
Not wishing to stare , as you can`t, I glanced her outline out of the corner of my eye and was instantly struck how very attracted I was to her .
Some women are like that , they exude that factor "Something" maybe its those pheromones again .
I would hate to say that, what thoughts I was having was toatlly inappropiate for where I now found myself, and had to use the sheet to cover myself .

With out sounding crass, my toes where starting to curl.
She wasn`t young far from it , I would say she was at least in her early 50s but she was, well built yet well proportioned , a very lovely voice and such sexy bright eyes .
Lets be honest we all have these feelings ,even if most would never admit to it, let alone write them down .

I was in someways very glad she left to go back to Oldham .
It struck me while I glanced on my return that they do say for every Jack there is a Jill , yet I am convinced for both there`s multiple possibilities of meeting more than one Jack or Jill, that no one is confined to waiting for Mr Right as in time there will be another Mr Right or another Miss Right along the way.
So we made our way back from Lincoln and stopped en route at some god forsaken roadside lorry park just south of Scotch Corner , pulled in hungry as hell yet one look at a batch of tatty lorries decided us to press on till at long last finding a suitable location to eat.
Pasta salad was enjoyed and set off back refreshed .Arrived home tired just after 7pm and had a shower and drink .
Watched some TV until after 1pm , well anything else was off the menu as everyone was tired , still recalling that woman from Oldham, I,m sure I could have managed something !

Blanked out , thats not to say the Lada wasnt grunting yet again ..

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Struck me that this "Rubbish on rubbish and recycling, councils collecting rubbish once every two weeks, is the whinging of people who "can`t be bothered" (there`s a technical term it`s called "can`t be arsed" ) to recycle .

The road of death the A46 in Lincolnshire , just an excuse for bad driving .