Jack Performed A Miracle!

Two years ago, I came back from Australia and found that all of the photographs I had taken with my tablet had vanished from the camera files – yesterday, Jack somehow found them.

Breathe. Yes, it is true. I was so broken hearted when my photographs just were not there. They were not there. I checked and re-checked, and cried and cried again. None of my photographs from my summer with Goldfinch. I had one picture, of his kitchen, of a cake I made. That’s all I had.

A year later I planned to return to Australia and determined that I could not travel to the other side of the planet and be without a single photograph, I bought myself a camera as I no longer trusted my tablet. Of course, it was impossible for me to travel last year as Australia closed it’s borders due to the threat of Covid-19. I know that decision was made to protect the citizens of Australia – but honestly, it was a huge blow to my heart.

Of course, I am not really sure why I was going out the visit Goldfinch again when I was in a relationship with Jack. But one of the reasons was the loss of all of those photographs. I seemed to need some sort of proof that I had travelled across the world to see the man I loved, the father of my little apricot. Many of my photos were kangaroos, koalas, kookaburras, bandicoots, trees, hills, birds, public buildings in Adelaide’s centre, art in galleries, and some were of Goldfinch and myself. It was hard to lose all of it. I think I was prepared to travel all the way back there in the hopes of collecting lots more photos and videos – that would help me to enjoy special memories forever.

My tablet is on it’s last legs. I hardly ever use it anymore. Jack was playing around with it at the weekend because he was trying to forward emails from my inbox. He said he had downloaded some files onto my tablet and could not find them. He started messing around with the settings of the tablet and doing things that I cannot understand. As he was searching for the files he wanted, he came across some pictures of Goldfinch and me. He showed them to me, and said that I looked very happy.

I could not believe my eyes!! I could not believe what I was seeing. There were over a hundred photographs that I had taken when I was out in Adelaide, and videos too.

I cannot understand it! I cannot believe it! But they are there. Jack helped me to blue-tooth them on to my laptop. Then we sat together and looked at them together. They bring back so many deeply happy memories. I can’t explain my joy. I am so immensely grateful to Jack. He has somehow miraculously resurrected photographs that I thought were lost forever.

It might not seem that big a deal, but to me, it’s such a huge gain. I am just blown away that two years after I cried my heart out believing those photographs were all gone, Jack has somehow restored them.

This may sound silly, and of course, it is all probably because I know nothing about technology – but if does feel as if Jack has performed a miracle. He gave me back something I thought was gone forever. He gave me back my special memories with Goldfinch in Australia. The ironic thing is, the way it happened. It ended up with me curled up in Jack’s arms, tears streaming down my face, and him kissing me because he could see how much it meant to me. If I had never lost those photos, perhaps I would have been tempted to keep them from Jack, and enjoy those memories in private. But now…well, it has brought me closer to Jack, made me more grateful to him…that he has brought these photos back and is sharing them with me.

I Lost My Holiday Snaps

Last year I travelled 10,100 miles to spend summer (or winter in Australia) with Goldfinch. I loved every moment.

However, something awful happened. My tablet did not work properly. I lost all of my photographs. I was absolutely gutted!

Ever since then, my life has taken a course that has meant it would be unlikely that I would be heading back to Adelaide with a camera. But things change. Things happen. Life throws up surprises.

Anyway…before I do anything, I need to get myself a camera that works. A couple of my friends have offered to lend me cameras, but they are too fancy, I would be terrified to break them or lose them. Nope, I am going to have to shell out for a camera myself.

Is Once A Week Enough To Satisfy Him And Me?

How often is too often? Is once a week enough? It’s nowhere near enough for me. But I am worried that even just once a week might be too much for him. I don’t want him to feel I am demanding! But I could easily be at it every evening as soon as I came home from work, if only he would not become weary of me. What do you think?

How many e-mails can I really send to Goldfinch without becoming annoying? Because I really really don’t him to find me annoying!

I would more than happily send him a long e-mail every day or several shorter ones. But I don’t think he wants that. I think it would quickly become a chore to him to read my messages.

I already know he is going to be an abysmal penpal – I made him promise that at least once every six months he will send me a line to let me know he is alive! But in truth, I am longing to hear from him more often. Longing! Longing to hear a little about his time with his parents and siblings during the holidays, his move back into his house – which he will have to share with some of his tenants – and his new job.

I also want to know about how he his spending his Australian summer. Is he out walking along the Sturt Gorge? Is he taking photographs? Will he send me some pictures so I can picture him?

Is he visiting all the places near home that he loves? Is he glad to be back with the familiar? Is he glad to be back with Australian shops and flavours? Does he miss England at all? Well, not the weather of course. Does he love not having to put on lots of layers of clothing?

Is he soaking up the sunshine? Does he go down to the beach? If he does, who does he go with? Is he wearing his thongs – which is what he calls flip-flops – that always made me giggle. He packed his thongs in his hand luggage don’t you know!

Did his extra suitcase that he had to send via freight arrive safely? Is he meeting up with other gamers (board games not gambling)? Is he spending lots of time with his son? Did ever I mention Goldfinch has a son? It is his son’s birthday soon. Is he catching up with friends?

Is he meeting pretty women and inviting them out for a drink? Has he heard from other friends in England as often or more often as he is hearing from me? Does he have a car yet? Did he buy crystal for his sister as a Christmas gift? Did she give him cheese?

Does he have any idea how much I miss him? Is there an address where I can post a hand-written letter or send him a gift?

I have been asked out by a Doctor I used to work with. I told him it was much too soon. How does Goldfinch feel? When will it feel like the right time? Sooner for him than for me I am sure.

I have also been asked by my ex if I will meet him for lunch after the holidays (a short and sweet relationship that did not work because he lives for money and all it buys and I don’t…he only liked me for physical reasons and I was not happy, he made me very uncomfortable actually). I think I might go for lunch with him, because I know nothing is going to stir up any feelings for him within me. He is the polar opposite of the kind of man who makes me feel nice inside. But he has always been fairly good with practical advice. He has a very sharp mind.

When I was in North Wales, I was chatting to a lovely bloke who sadly lost his wife to illness around four years ago. I have not seen him for around six years. But we chatted together for a couple of hours and he asked for my number. I want to talk to Goldfinch and ask his advice on everything.

But I don’t want to be a burden to him – ever. That’s one of the reasons why I didn’t beg him to stay. Because I would have become a burden to him with my head injuries.

I love him don’t you know! Does he really have any idea how much I love him? I don’t feel once enough is ever going to be enough to satisfy me. But I am worried, I don’t want it to be too often for him.