It’s great to be alive…………. today I worked about three or four hours or so, earned some cash and almost blew it all on a great afternoon. I took my ex. out for a meal and then onwards to my local pub for some drinks, darts and pool. I got beat at the darts but held my own at pool. The point is we had a great time. It is certainly great to be alive isn’t it? If you don’t agree then something is surely wrong. I had a really pleasant job this morning and was feeling on top of the world so when I got home I asked my ex. if she’d like to dine out. She seldom says no so off we went. Rather than going too far out of town she elected to go somewhere more local, to a place we hadn’t visited for a while. I always leave the venue for her to decide. I was glad she selected the place for it turned out to be a really nice meal all round. Being in a generous mood I asked if she needed fuel for her car because she never complains about the cost when driving me about. She said she was ok for fuel but that she had a quarter tank full. ‘Come on,’ I said, ‘Let’s go fill your tank’. So after the meal we drove to a filling station and filled up her car. I then said, ‘It comes at a price’. She wondered what I meant and I continued, ‘You’ve got to come with me to the pub and we’ll have a game of darts or two’. She gladly accepted. She doesn’t get out much unless I persuade her so I was happy she decided to come out with me. It feels so nice to be alive and to treat my ex. whenever I can.
Shirley Anne
