A long day at work which wasn’t itself bad. Fairly productive.
Out for dinner with colleagues. So much dalliance over where we were going. Too much indecision.
You know when you have one of those “actually I think I’d rather just go home” moments? Well, I tried that (after we’d been to the first venue ‘for a drink’ prior to going elsewhere to eat) – and it went down like a lead balloon. I stood up to leave and said “look I’m going home” and tried to fob them off with a flimsy excuse. Didn’t go down well at all.
In the end I stayed, albeit grudgingly. I think it derailed the mood as it was quiet sombre after that and we wrapped up fairly early.
It’s just I had gone from feeling calm, to vexed, to seeing storm clouds massing on the horizon which is always a dangerous sign. That my mood can turn on a sixpence is disappointing; but there we go.
Was all OK in the end. Dinner was lacklustre though the white wine we were drinking was really top notch. Something French, the name of which I’d never heard of. But quite subliminal.
In other news, I’m seeing my Russian friend imminently. He’s asked me to name a date. Which I will do. I’m really looking forward to seeing him again. He’s left his wife so I guess he’ll fill me in on what’s been happening; sounds like it had been on the cards for a long time.