Today we went to the boating lake where Roy and I shared our first kiss back on 6th July ‘98. It was raining back then and we couldn’t go out. This time the sun shone for us. Ironic.
It was wonderful out on that lake. I felt happier than I can remember, but also the saddest I’ve ever been. A paradox Roy said. Maybe that’s what life is. I wish it didn’t have to end just when I’m beginning to understand it.
Anyway, I said this wasn’t going to be a maudlin diary and it’s not. I’m off to put my glad rags on, we’re having a meal out at the same place Roy took me all those years ago. I’m going to wear my silk shirt and drink a lot of red wine. Maybe even half a bottle. That would definitely be a first.
Roy is behaving more strangely than normal. Just now I caught him standing in the kitchen, hugging a cushion, looking at it very oddly. I hope the stress isn’t getting to him.