Well, there I was on my hot date - I wore my Big Knickers, not because I intended to show them but it was a cold day!
We had a lunch in a lovely cosy pub, and it was heavenly. He is a very nice man, and we laughed and chatted for hours.
I came clean about my problems, and he told me about his heart trouble, so we have started on a level playing field. We have agreed to meet again, but as Mr Big is recently widowed he wants to take things gently. I really identify with this, having been widowed myself.
Anyway, as luck would have it, I had another date on Friday - was sitting in a coffee shop, and distinguished looking gent asked if he could share my table. We got chatting and had a good laugh.
He asked if we might meet up again, so I had a long think for nearly five seconds before I agreed, though it won't be for at least a week because of commitments on both sides.
I am beginning to feel like a loose woman, but age and infirmity makes progress slow, so I won't feel too guilty about it all!
Watch this space - it might become like Sex and the City - in a very slow sorta way!
Love ...Moffy xxx