193. Day 13

Foolishly I started stressing at lunchtime that I would miss her train.  She’s an adult, runs a shop, manages staff, lives on her own.  But in my mind, she’s still daft enough to miss a train.  So I text her.  She texted me straight back assuring me that she was leaving almost an hour early for the station.  Which I knew was a lie.  I’d do that, she wouldn’t.

Anyway.  An hour later she text me to tell me she was on the train.  Phew.  So I switched worry to excitement and started to anticipate her visit.

I’d completely intended getting the bus to the station, given that I couldn’t drive, due to my op, but R offered a lift and it was so much easier. 

She looked, as always, gorgeous, when I saw her on the other side of the barrier.  She dropped her ticket and scrabbled around on the floor for it.  I didn’t realise straight away that she was having trouble seeing the ticket because she had no glasses on.  They’d broken a week before.  Poor thing.  She’s almost useless without them.