Mahinda’s Little World

After vegging out on the sofa for a while, I got a call from Kate saying where she was. This is when I remembered what I was meant to be doing that night, i.e. seeing Kate.

Eventually, hop on a bus and head into town. A few stops later, the girl I’ve been seeing since about January gets on the same bus, with a friend. Now, a Finglands bus heading into Manchester on a Friday night isn’t exactly the place for a deep-and-meaningful, but I had to go and say hello. The response I got was very much of the “friend” type, so I can conclude that she probably feels the same way about things that I do.

Good. No more messy crap. I’m sure we’ll have a wee chat when we next see each other, but things are good.

I think.

Anyway, I go out for a drink, and return home uneventfully.