The fire is back in my belly! After seeing Thierry Henry work his magic from the sofa on Monday night, my passion for Arsenal has returned. I've not been to game since I was up-the-duff and to be honest, I have far more important things in my life since Charlotte entered my world but I loved watching this game. Something strange happened though: Thierry Henry looks old! Yes, he still has that Oo La La Foxiness but he has aged. I used to hate it when Police Officers, School Teachers and Footballers looked like they needed help tying their shoe laces, but seeing one of my heroes (who is a good few years younger than me) looking a bit wrinkly is worrying.
I had more Va Va Voom action this week. I got chatted up by a French man in the coffee shop. His voice was like Thierry Henry but sadly he looked more like Arsen Wenger. I worked out that he was 51. I have been hit upon by a proper middle-aged fella - eeek! What the hell, it was flattering and I could have listened to his voice all night long.
I had a dose this week of what lies ahead when Charlotte flees the nest and Ben divorces me. Loneliness. Charlotte was at Grandma's house and Ben was on a fishing trip. I should have been ecstatic at being able to choose my own crap TV and generally doing my own thing. The house was quiet and I hated it!
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