I logged on to the internet dating again this morning to find I had been “winked at” by a man who is older than my mother. This freaked me out to say the least. I’ve never been one for older men (in fact W, at 16 months my senior was the oldest man I have ever dated). I informed my mother at lunch time about the wink. I think she muttered something about dirty old men under her breath!

I have emailed the nice sounding guy (profile claims he is 29, so that’s O.K.) and am hoping he gets back to me as we have a mutual love of football in the east of England and should therefore have plenty to discuss.

I’m in a particularly good mood as Lincoln City managed to win last night. I think it will be the last night match this year where I can get away without taking a coat. By full-time I was starting to get rather chilly to say the least. I also had a sore throat this morning. I really should think about the consequences of shouting for an hour and a half before I do it!

I have decided not to go to the gym tonight. I hope this is not a slippery slope to a skipping gym (although the step aerobics instructor makes you sign up for next week before you are allowed to leave, which is a good way of forcing me to get some exercise), particularly since it cost the equivalent of a fortnight in Skegness to join! The reason I have decided to stay in is to catch up on my reading ready for night school tomorrow night. I am unfortunately a very competitive person and need to be prepared to out perform the rest of the class in the brainiac department by reciting the text book to ensure I meet my selfish need to appear bright.

There is bound to be something on T.V. that I have seen a hundred times before that I can tune into as well. I have discovered that they are re-running the infamous Yorkshire TV game show 3-2-1 starring Ted Rogers and Dusty Bin on Challenge TV. I have been scarred for life by this programme, which was my mother’s TV equivalent of a craving for eating coal when she was pregnant. Despite being in labour with me, she refused to go to hospital until 3-2-1 had finished. I think I was quite lucky to be delivered at the hospital; they got quite a scare en route to the maternity ward. I believe the “Engaged couple from Lyme Regis” managed to avoid taking a metal dustbin home, but were forced to transport a microwave oven the size of Wales back to their new marital pad. Despite the knowledge that I could have been born in a layby on the outskirts of Grantham thanks to the adventures of a walking bin, I can’t help myself from tuning in.

There has been no sound or sight of Mr Attractive since I last mentioned him. I will put him in the pending file for now!