I was feeling rather despondent, the weather was matching my mood, wet and windy! The newspapers spouted nothing but bad news, and I was having the day from hell. Apart from that everything else was OK! For once it did not seem to matter that the postman had just caught me coming out of the shower. As I raced downstairs (I fell the last three steps) and flung the door wide open with me adorned in nothing but a fluffy bath towel, dripping hair, and super huge smudge marks under my eyes (from the smudge proof mascara), that ensured I greeted the world resembling a clown. Of course postie retreated at a rate only surpassed by Linford Christie, you would have assumed the poor man had just delivered to Mrs Bucket her very self!

That afternoon was not much better until an old friend from the IT Department rang me to enquire if I would like to go for one last drink with him, as he was leaving for pastures new! Going South he told me where the weather and girls are a little warmer. I scowled down the phone. As a rule I did not like IT Bods, but, for this one I made an exception.

We travelled into the City Centre laughing (well he was), and jokingly remarking upon our last couple of years at work. We covered it all, the highs and lows the lies and the truth, it all came out. That was before the drink!

Whilst drinking my eyes had been scanning the room. I swear I had not subconsciously thought I want a man in my life ,and tonight is the night. Fate just has a way of kicking in when you least expect it! My friend broke my musings and said he had to go early as he had packing to finish, and as I had no reason to stay, we left together.

At the bus stop we chatted about anything and everything. He looked into my eyes and without any preamble asked me to pick up sticks and move in with him, adding all I really needed was a tooth brush and fluffy pink slippers, he would of course send for the rest of my attire at a later date!

I was stunned, he had never shown this side before, and it rather caught me on the hop. I hastily made excuses, told him I would write, did an about turn, and returned to the pub from whence I came, AND there he was. Standing at the bar, taller than all around him, dressed obviously to please himself and not pander to the wants and ways of the fashion guru’s. He seemed to look through everybody, he was comfortable in his own skin!