Today was not the best of days. (This week has not been the best of weeks
, actually ... sigh)
So I suppose that I shouldn't be at all surprised then, that who should I find myself face to face with this afternoon in the vegetable & herb section if Bunnings (as I am chomping into a barbecued sausage in bread, with lots of tomato sauce on), but my ex. It sort of figured
that something like this was on the cards. Like I said, things haven't been great this week ...
I was 3/4 of the way through one of my long, galloping walks around my suburb and stopped by to buy some silverbeet seedlings & there he was. There they
were. We (he & I) locked eyes. For quite some time. I think one of my eyebrows shot up in sort of a quirky
, detached expression.
Then I moved on, at a very leisurely, nonchalant pace ....
When I got home, I did what anyone
would do, after such an encounter. I instantly checked my face. No sign of tomato sauce on my nose, or anywhere else! Oh phew