Tra la la!

Last night was a bit of a low point. She ended up watching Castaway by mistake and felt that Tom Hanks's futile attempt to reach what was essentially a worn-out football with a human face while stranded in the ocean was very much a metaphor for her own life.

But then, but then. She decided to give things another shot. Perhaps going to the gym/sorting out paperwork would have been a more useful way to spend her Sunday.

But then, she would never have ended up kissing Daniel would she???

HURRAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!

First they saw a brilliant Hitchcock film, then went to a pub BBQ, then hung out by the river, walking around all day. Then, on the walk back home, he said: "Can I hold your hand? I've wanted to all day."

She, as you can imagine, didn't need an excuse. The hand holding, she can report, was good. And even better, albeit briefly as his train was pulling into the station, was a sweet kiss (and I don't mean a peck this time) goodnight.

Happy days.