A Dreamy Day.

Today has been a dreamy sort of day, we did not go to sleep until 2 am which is abit too late but it is always difficult for us to stop talking to each other.

We just love each others company so very much and it was nothing out of the ordinary for us to suddenly find it was long gone midnight.

Mind you it always did and still does surprise us that time can fly by so quickly when we are together.

In the past, as soon as I got home from work we would sit in the kitchen and Richie would pour me a cup of tea and roll me a post work spliff (weed) and we would chat about the day’s events.

Every day one minute it was 6.15 and I had finally got in from work and the next minute it late and Richie would have to go to bed.

In those days Richie needed to be in bed at 9 am or 9.30 at the latest so he could have a good night’s sleep before getting up at 5 am for work at 6 am.

Very difficult for us to keep rigidly to the schedule but it had to be done so Richie would not be exhausted.

What we looked forward to all week was the weekend as Riche could stay up as late as he wanted on Friday and Saturdays.

So you can imagine my surprise when one of my colleagues, a young woman whom I worked briefly with at the Council’s Town Planning Department, said she pitied me because I liked to spend time with my partner.

She made it very clear that she thought that was a serious shortcoming on my part and not what I should be doing.

She told me that she was a very modern woman who saw no need for hanging out with her bloke.

They looked like a picture book family, on photos she showed me, of a good looking blond blue eyed man and two very cute blond and blue eyed children.

He saw his friends and she saw hers on nights out, I got the rather dubious pleasure of seeing her on an evening out.

We were all taken out for an evening’s dinner and bowling, where after a couple of beers she started to flirt outrageously with her male colleagues, close and not so close.

Several times I saw her lean over a couple of the men and rub her breasts up against the back of their heads and their shoulders.

The colleagues she flirted with and rubbed up against all looked very embarrassed, but she did not seem to notice nor did she stop.

As far as she seemed to be concerned it was a top night out, she probably thought that her behaviour was ok.

Still think now what a very sad young woman, really hope she did not have a rude awakening.

Reminds me of another young woman who I met at Hillcroft when I was doing the Certificate of Higher Learning in 1991 so I could go to University.

When I met Marcella, she seemed a pleasant person, but over the first months of term I discovered she was not as nice as I had thought.

She was 23, so could now be quite different, hope it for her as can’t imagine that her attitude of using and abusing people would be an endearing trait for most people.

One of my last contacts was after watching her abuse her girlfriend for a few hours in our kitchen at Hillcroft and telling her several times to desist and she ignored me.

When her girlfriend burst into tears I could not stand it any longer and without thinking jumped over the table I was sitting at and shouted at her to stop this dreadful sexist behaviour right a way.

She did and she kept out of my way especially when I heard that she was telling people that I had reacted like I had because I was just jealous!?

I did meet some very nice women at the college, one of which was Angela, very soon after we met we clicked and enjoyed each others company.

We used out time at the course to read a lot of books both text books for our courses as well as a lot of novels and literary books as well as a newspaper everyday.

S o we had a lot of things to talk about and discuss with each other so ended up spending a lot of time together doing our course work as well as socialising.

Some of the other women thought Angela and I were lovers because we spent so much time together.

They obviously had never experienced people wanting to spend time with others they liked in order to talk and discuss topics of interest and study.

Laughed like a drain when I heard the rumours about us, thought it was very amusing.

It really seemed to show that they had not got a clue about either of us, as we would not have hidden it if we had been having a sexual relationship.

I am very happy to be in touch with Angela and a couple of women who I met at Hillcroft.

As I am happy I am still in touch with Pam who I met at a Yoga Holiday in Devon in 1973, it is lovely to still be in touch with people.

People are endlessly interesting and I think it is important to exchange stories with others and for us all to learn about each other.