The North Wind

 Here I go again

                                                Romance in Whitchurch?

My friend who "claims" to live in Whitchurch, Bristol, and "claims" to wish to meet me, is probably wondering if I will repeat what I did on Tuesday, when she failed to turn up to our scheduled meeting.

Tomorrow, we plan to meet at her request, as I suggested Monday, and she said she couldn't wait that long.

My reaction if she doesn't arrive, I am expecting to return having not met her, will be the opposite of Tuesday. On Tuesday, I went volcanic, as I cared for her, and felt she didn't care for me. Tomorrow's reaction will be the opposite, cold indifference after 12 meetings cancelled.

In a strange mindset, I was thinking of the fable of the Northwind.

This is the story of a challenge between the Northwind, and Southwind as to who can get people to put less on.

The Northwind blew hard, and the people wrapped up as the wind was cold from the Arctic Ocean. When the Southwind blew gently, people took off their coats as the wind travelled across the Atlantic Ocean, and the warmer Caribbean Sea.

I wish for my friend to turn up, but I doubt she will, Que Sera.