It's been a funny old week. Have been staying at R's because my hot water hasn't been fixed yet. It's been out for a month now; actually, OVER a month. Crap landladies, totally irresponsible. They know I've got cancer and am having chemo therapy and STILL are dragging their feet sorting it out. Totally inhumane. R and I have been getting on OK. His son has finally split up with his girlfriend, so conditions chez R are much more bearable. Less mess, noise and disruption. We've had some time on our own, which has been really nice too.
The sex drought appears to be over, thank goodness. NOT my fault this time. He had seemed totally disinterested for a fair while but is back in the saddle again. I was a bit concerned but wasn't going to spend time sweating it. Bigger things on my mind (What? I hear you ask). Anyway, while we were, um, you know, this time, my nightcap thingy came off. It was dark and he told me not to worry about it. I was a bit self conscious, given that when my hair first fell out he decided he didn't want to see me bald, but I WAS otherwise distracted. He didn't seem bothered, and after a rather tentative pat, actually started stroking and caressing my head. It was lovely. Very accepting. Affectionate and weirdly erotic. He did it again the next time too. Nice feeling and made me feel much closer to him as well. Small steps.
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Out today with S. We went to a Christmas market in North Shields. It was nice. Lots of stalls; mainly food related but a few giftie places too. The only thing I bought was vodka. Chocolate vodka for I and rhubarb for me. Lush.
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