Looking in my diary, I’ve not got a lot on this coming week. Quite a lot of the sort of things that don’t go in the diary – I’ve made a to-do list, which I only do when things are really piling up – but not much that’s out of the house. So I think that the time has come to make marmalade. It’s probably about the last week that Al will have the oranges, in any case.
I was talking to someone the other day who had met her husband over the internet. I know several couples who have got together that way, either via blogging or dating websites (when I say “know”, some of them I only know through blogging, but I do know two couples personally). A friend of hers, whose life was shattered a couple of years ago when her husband walked out without warning, has been dipping her toe into the deep water of dating again – but, fifteen years on and with young children, she hasn’t the confidence to go out looking. So far, her dates have not been wildly successful and she asked Our Mutual Friend for advice. OMF said that she and her husband didn’t meet very soon – they corresponded for quite some time first, and felt that they had a rapport and that they would like to be friends, whether or not romance might follow. The Ex-Wife admitted that she had gone by photos, whether she’d liked the man’s smile and his eyes.
It occurs to me that I am very lucky to have hung on to the Sage for yet another reason. It’s not been long since I was last propositioned, in fact (no one you know, darlings) but I don’t think I could face ever starting over again with another serious relationship. In fact, if ever he throws me out and I start casting my beady eyes around, don’t take me seriously, will you? I’m afraid I would be quite unreliable.