So what did I get up to on this day of love?
Trekked through muddy fields.
Argued and perplexed over simple mathematics.
And of course; confused old women.
Haha, if only all that were not true xD
For those of you who may be interested in the full events of my day here they are; (Because I never do blog posts like this!)
I was awoken at 8 a.m by my clichéd ‘cuckoo’ sounding alarm clock and was soon on my feet baring the delights of anticipation: today was mine and Ollie’s third Valentine’s day together- I couldn’t wait to see him!
Whilst waiting for Oliver at the bus stop, an old woman approached me and I noticed she started talking to me.
I had my ear phones in and couldn’t hear what she said but she was clearly looking for a response…
Using my oh-so-accurate initiative I guessed the aforementioned question probably had something to do with buses so I replied, ‘Oh, I’m not waiting for a bus.’
Oh, dear.. the look on her face said it all.
A deadly confusion.
Turns out she actually asked where the clinic was..
Yeah, never ask me for directions and expect to get a helpful or even slightly relevant answer.
Ahhh, it was kinda funny though. xD
Then my dear Oliver arrived! At that moment I left reality. Plain old reality. And entered a dream!
Don’t think I didn’t see you reach for the sick bucket 😉
Anyway, first of all we walked.
Or should I say; we trekked for miles up muddy slopes, we were weary in body but fiery in spirit and holding hands it felt like I could have walked forever.
Even though I was carrying my ridiculously pink ruck sack!
The rest of the day found us debating heated maths questions, hugging and watching old romantic films.
Which on a normal day would have me in floods of tears but I had the pleasure of Ollie’s wonderful commentary to take my mind of all the romantic soppyness. Humph. 😉
I had an amazing day (Thank you Oliver!!).
But now I’m safe again in reality.