Umbrage

Arrived home from work late yesterday, drenched in sweat with little time to freshen up before departing for my shift at Portland hospital radio. Kazzy has kindly added me to the broadcast rota thrice weekly - absolutely wonderful but it means I must depend on the erratic train service which yesterday was four minutes and three seconds late. It was sure fire practice of patience standing on the train platform with a bunch of lairy women on their way to Blackpool for a hen weekend. But my calm amidst a storm of oestrogen will come in handy when I see my Ex next week. Got to the radio station with just five minutes to spare before my special show dedicated to Louise and Pierre's travels.

The playlist included Paul Young's 'Where ever I lay my hat (that's my home)', Crowded House 'Always Take the Weather With You' and Supergrass 'Moving'.
Kazzy thought it was a great show. She kept barging in the studio mid broadcast to plaster me with stickers that said things like 'FAB!' and 'GREAT STUFF' and 'WOW'. I think she has even started a sticker chart in the office for each presenter, which some have taken umbrage with but I rather like (I am winning, actually!).
Got home on a high to find an online message from Simone Loving. It read 'Roses are Red, Violets Are Blue, I can't stop thinking, about little old you.' I felt rather elated, judging by her profile picture she is a very attractive young woman. After studying her photo for some time I then re-read the poem and wondered what she meant by 'old'. Then it occured to me that I'm not entirely sure how she knows me or indeed why she requested me as a 'friend'!