Most of the clothes I packed to bring with me to Australia are old clothes. My lingerie s new and that lovely dress that my friend bought me is new. Most of my clothes are blue (that is because I always choose blues). So to brighten up my wardrobe (or my suitcase) a friend lent me some very pretty items.
Aren’t friends wonderful!!! I am trying to be very careful when I wear the borrowed items. Don’t want to damage such pretty clothes. And I am waltzing around an Australian winter, dressed like a meadow. Caramel is in her own little world of love and flowers and Goldfinch.
Even though I am rather tired of travelling after these last couple of weeks…I am on the verge of booking yet another train ticket so that I can go and see my lovely Goldfinch on Sunday.
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I miss him so much!!! He was working in the North East of England today and because he could not speak on the phone, we sent a string of texts to each other about the weekend – our plans are not concrete yet, as we both have a lot we need to do. I have to work Saturday and I am supposed to be spending time with some friends here in London who I have not seen for a long while. But, I am longing to be with Goldfinch again. It is much too long!
But in a very romantic moment, one of my text messages to Goldfinch was rather mushy:
YOU KNOW ME…IF YOU WANT ME TO BE WITH YOU, I WILL DROP ANYTHING AND ANYONE, I WILL REARRANGE EVERYTHING AND EVERYONE. TRAIN, COACH, PLANE, BICYCLE…I WILL GET TO YOU WHENEVER YOU TELL ME TO. MISS YOU SO MUCH IT ACHES. CAN’T WAIT TO SEE YOU AND SHOW YOU HOW MUCH I HAVE NEEDED YOU.
I mean, goodness, I had no idea I had it in me to be so very soppy. In reality, it would be a train that would take me to him. There is no way I am cycling 102 miles – I would have one majorly sore behind if I did.
Missing Goldfinch, feeling overly romantic, inspired by the photo prompt from The Haunted Wordsmith…I am going to throw in one of my favourite train scenes. How incredibly romantic a railway setting can be! We watched “North and South” when I went to see a very dear friend up north who has cancer. Her husband arranged an afternoon tea-party for us, and then he disappeared to watch football with some friends so we could watch chick flicks together. He is a good one.