driving & valentines

'Oh, I must've been a dreamer, and I must've been someone else' - Steve Perry, Oh Sherry

Yesterday I drove to Gouda to visit a new baby! Thanks B, it was great to see you and your new darling.

The weather was perfect, the sun was shining, it was 16 degrees C, the A12 was empty both ways. I wore my sunglasses and wished I had a convertible. Now I'm expecting some speeding fines. Hmm.

I can remember being quite a careful driver when I first got my driver's licence.

Now I'm not. I'm quite aggressive and I speed. I accelerate incredibly fast and I can be driving at 160 km/h before I even notice.

I'm impatient and I swear at slow moving traffic. I take corners in 3rd gear and I listen to my music really loud.

How did your driving style change with experience? Better, worse, more blase?

Second topic.  Yes, I change focus like this in person too.

I delivered some flowers today for the florist where I seem to be working again. From an acquaintance (via the florist) to a slightly better acquaintance (my laser therapist). He's in love, so much in love/lust/whatever that he sent her an arrangement of three very expensive long stemmed red roses in a pretty vase with a heart shaped box of chocolates.

She's not. In love that is.

So he took a big risk.

When I gave her the flowers she was blushing from embarrassment and not from being over-the-moon. I felt sorry for him, then I was thinking 'actually he needs congratulating, he stepped outside his comfort zone!'

Nothing ventured nothing gained, right?

Are you taking a risk for Valentine's Day tomorrow? Did you ever take a risk like this guy did? Go on, tell. I want the details!

Today's six word memoir:

Life is interesting. More than usual.