Going Out
Well I suppose this might be a little boring for some folk, but I'm going out Wednesday night - for a game of bingo. Wow! Be still my heart.
I haven't been on a night out since Gordon died four years ago but the other day I was asked if I'd go to our local Club for a game of bingo. I'm not really bothered about bingo per se, but my friend never goes out so she twisted my arm - so to speak.
I have mixed feelings because that's the place where Gordon and I went regularly and I guess I'll feel a bit odd walking in there again, but I suppose it'll be a new experience. Who knows? Maybe I'll win a couple of quid!