A Wasted Journey

Monday, 21 April 2008

Aaaargh! I hate it when this happens. If I were feeling more fragile or more hormonal I might well have a wobbly.

I traipsed all the way over to the Bridge Club, only to find that it’s a comp night. And on comp nights there’s no duty member, so as a loose woman who no longer has a regular partner I’m not able to play on comp nights. And I don’t seem able to find a partner who stays around.

I’m pissed off and need a hug.

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2 Responses to “A Wasted Journey”

  1. neil h Says:

    ~hugs~

    I’ve just got around to listening to the mp3 of you on the radio – fantastic! The dj chappie seemed very taken with you – were you really dancing round the studio?

  2. enitharmon Says:

    No, I was winding him up. Also, I’d been bopping away in my seat to Annie & Aretha and Candi Staton. Breaks the ice, as it were.

    Thanks for the hug!


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