Frustration.

Kerry came round yesterday for a couple of hours, refusing to join my Daughter and I for Sunday dinner because she is on a health kick at the moment, dieting, using her running machine and going swimming twice a week. She looks good too; slim, curvy and tanned she has taken to wearing quite revealing clothes. Nothing ostentatious of course she has more style than that, but certainly the kind of feminine come hither with a faint promise of something more kind of apparel.

The fact that she kept sticking her arse in my face and shaking it at every available opportunity didn’t help. The woman is a tease and whilst it was just a bit of fun, it was both pleasant and frustrating. She had had her hair done too and it did look very nice, her new colour and hairstyle suited her and normally I would have commented on how nice she looked (I’m like that) but I abstained on principle.

She was flirting and driving me round the bend on purpose knowing full well that I was powerless to do anything about it. Not that I would of course, I am always a gentleman, but there was a great deal of gnashing of teeth and uncomfortable shifting around in my chair. I am trying to think of a good way to get her back, but so far have come up with nothing. Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated.

The day before yesterday I was behind a police car for about a mile, during which time he drove erratically, had to break hard because he was too close to the car in front and made several turns without using his indicators, and he wasn’t chasing anybody! This morning on the way in I was rounding a bend when one of those huge police incident vans came at me from the other direction on my side of the road. The driver was steering with one hand whilst talking on his police radio which he held in his other hand. The policeman in the passenger seat had his feet up on the dash and was smoking a fag. Definitely a case of one rule for us, whatever rules they want for them.