Jack's Birthday

I finally settled on a birthday present for Jack some time last week – it took me ages to think of something, but I was at the jeweller’s to have the ring Ernest bought me a while back re-fitted – I kept losing it and I should be rather annoyed if I were to lose it permanently – and I noticed that she – the jeweller – also offered engravings.

Jack, being the serious office type person that he is, always carried around this stupid little box of business cards. I never see much use in those cards, surely there is much more to be gained from the personal touch of writing your name and details on a scrap of paper with a flourish. Ernest always writes to me by hand. But Jack insists that business cards are more professional. 

So I had a silver business card container engraved by the jeweller, so it says that it’s a gift from me to him. 

Surely that’s better than that ratty old thing he used to have. 

I gave it to him just earlier today – he’s left for the city to celebrate his birthday there over the weekend just now, though his birthday isn’t until tomorrow. I hope he doesn’t lose it. 

I am still really a bit cross with Jack for not celebrating his birthday here and having Ernest over, but instead I invited Ernest over for the night – he could always go back to the city later for Jack’s birthday celebrations – for wine and film. 

I’m staying here over the weekend because it’s almost Easter break and I’ve got essays to write. Pity, really, I love birthday parties.

Daffodils (also Ernest)

I hate him.

I hate him, I hate him, I hate him.

Well, no.

Not exactly like that.

I hate that I love him.

Why do I do this to myself? Surely this is just...

So. Ernest showed up on my doorstep carrying a pot of daffodils (he knows I like daffodils), begging me to take him back, that he'd be better from here on, and that, well, everything.

He said he'd been blind, that he'd never known what he had until he lost it, and that really I was being really very cruel with him for leaving him on my doorstep like that.

And I took pity on him and told him to come in.

Really, I would have taken him back anyway because, well, he is earnest Ernest, I cannot see myself living my life without an Ernest by my side, but this was so lovely that I just decided then and there to take him back.

Really, though. I hate that I love him so much that I'll take him back a day later.

But then again he did bring me daffodils, so all's well.

The weather continues to be charming.

It's Over

I've so had it with Ernest.

It's not just that he's making me write letters to myself, since he doesn't even care enough to write them himself, and it's also not that I never get to see him, it's just...

It's just everything.

So I'm going to have to break it off. I just can't do it any more. Not like this. I've got better things to be doing with my life, things that haven't to do with someone called Ernest. 

Besides, it's hardly a serious relationship if it isn't broken at least once, right?

So there, Ernest. You'd better step up your game.

Right. I'm off to the corner shop for a tub of ice cream and a bottle of pinot grigio.

Ernest

Ugh, I'm so sorry for missing my post last week, I'm just - I'm so fed up with everything.

Like, it's so pretty outside right now, with the weather and the flowers and the grass and everything, and I'm stuck indoors trying to write my essays and study for exams and working on my dissertation.

I just want to be done and go outside and have fun. I could get on a train with Ernest and go somewhere pretty in the North.

Or perhaps not with Ernest. I dunno. He's so inconsiderate, never even once writing me. I have to make up everything myself, and that gets really annoying really quickly when you have to do so three times a week (he is a bit of a romantic after all) while you're trying to finish a degree too.

I think I have an idea for Jack's birthday present, by the way.

I may go to Paris this summer. I love Paris.

And Ernest... tsk. Ernest. He is absolutely lovely, but I do wish he'd take us a bit more seriously. It's a bit annoying when it's all one-sided.

Crocuses

I can't contain my happiness - I love that it's finally been getting nice out.

I can finally wear my nice new canvas floral pattern shoes out, the ones I bought a few weeks back.

It's been so lovely, what with the sunshine and the being able to go out with only a light coat - I've been so annoyed to have to hide my clothes in big, bulky winter coats. And I've been wearing my nice winter boots so often now people are starting to associate them with me, so it's good to finally have a bit of a change of atmosphere.

There were crocuses out on campus, all blossoming, so I photographed them.

And then Ernest, lovely as he is, offered to take me on a picnic.

It was actually rather a bit chilly out for a picnic, sitting on the grass and all, but we had some lovely cucumber sandwiches and shared a bottle of pinot grigio and looked at the clouds in the powder blue sky. It almost felt like summer.

He's so brilliant, Ernest. I do hope Jack invites him over.

Still figuring out the birthday present - Jack's birthday is next week Friday, so I'm going to have to start considering something seriously now...