You know that old saying, “when one door closes, another door opens’? Well, I’m sort of standing in the hallway with a hand on the hatch handle ready to take that leap into the world of being single. Now that T’s estate has finally closed, I can make a few plans for the future.
This week, the BBC have run a series of programmes across the TV and radio about being single. What I managed to find time to listen to was quite uplifting, it never ceases to amaze me how we find the strength to roll with the punches. Whilst none of us choose to be a widow or widower unless you commit murder and if that’s the case I’m not including you in this conversation, the decisions we make on the road ahead are ours alone. Friends and family will put their two pennies worth in and support groups may offer advice but ultimately the direction you choose is up to you. And I’m feeling a teeny bit excited about what’s next. Don’t get me wrong, I would have preferred to continue life’s journey with Tony but that door’s closed. Just me, myself and I. Oh and Callum. And 10 dogs. And who knows, maybe I’ll find someone else to bring up the rear.
As for the dating progress, well I haven’t actually been on any dates yet but I have done plenty of chatting. In fact, I spent 3 hours the other evening talking to one chap who was a laugh a minute and an avid dog lover. Interestingly he asked me if I was put off by his photo (to be honest I only remembered that vaguely, it was his height that I noticed!) to which I answered no and why? As long as you are taller than me, not 20 years younger than me and someone who makes me laugh you will go a long way in my estimations. My mother once told me that you will know the man you fall in love with because you can imagine what you will look like together in your eighties. Considering I’m more than halfway there it’s easier to envision now. I’ve got the wobbly bits, the wisdom, the woofers and the wrinkles, deal with it.
“Old dogs, like old shoes, are comfortable. They might be a bit out of shape and a little worn around the edges, but they fit well.” (Bonnie Wilcox. Author)
Widow plus woofs 