Bridget Cragg’s Diary

Monday

Faintly despondent for a variety of reasons. To begin with, The Lovely S wasn’t around much at work today- in fact I still haven’t worked out where she’s sitting this week. Also discovered that the online dating service I tried last week demands money to actually contact anyone or, more annoyingly, reply to something they say to you. I’m alternately depressed and disgusted by the people who can set out to make money out of other people’s loneliness. A few months ago, some doctor brought out proof that marriage is good for your health- so surely wives and/or husbands should be available on the NHS?

Tuesday

The Lovely S was sitting back where she was last week, although our paths didn’t cross, so I was left to muse on what a perfect length and thickness of hair she has. Otherwise not much doing. There are absolutely no suitable candidates in my Russian class, and our teacher Yulia was rather dismissive of finding a Russian girl online (although I didn’t raise the subject, honestly). Or from the small ads in the back of Private Eye, for that matter. One of those days when I question what I actually want, then, because two hours of light-hearted Russian class is more fun than anything I’ve done for days.

Wednesday

Absolutely nothing at all. The Lovely S may as well have been invisible

Thursday

Ditto Wednesday

Friday

Much better for The Lovely S - at least to begin with. Her voice was clearly audible a few times as she came over to speak to people on the next bank of desks, and a couple of times she went for teas and coffees. That walk, slow and yet hypnotically swaying as she walked slowly back into the department...hypnotic. But in the middle of the afternoon, the woman who sat next to me came back to say that The Lovely S had just asked this woman if she hated her. I may have fallen for the departmental incipient nervous breakdown...but that’s part of the attraction.

Saturday

Plenty of young women in my age group today- unfortunately I was wearing a Santa costume at the time and it’s rather difficult to chat somebody up while giving their small child a rotating illuminated rattle-type thing and telling them not to wipe their snotty little nose on my nice clean costume. The only other attractive women I’ve seen today were on TV at the Wales-All Blacks game. They were from the country where I want to spend the rest of my life- and anybody who thinks that means Wales wants their head examining.

Sunday