Pink Throw & Snogs

I was pegging out my holiday underpants and other clothes to dry in the breeze of the first warm yet autumnal feeling day of the year when a cheerful neighbour twitted " You're a regular Shirley Valentine " from over the garden wall.
I laughed.... I hadn't thought of the last few days as a holiday romance interlude
But they had...obviously

All I thought was that I had spent much of the past four days talking flirting  and laughing , oh and snogging, an attractive guy also called John  who unexpectedly felt  the same about me.
How good is that?!
We talked about sad times, then happy times.then silly times.
We ate and drank too much and shared a sun lounger ( a feat in itself given my arse!) on which I had placed  a new beach throw, a pink striped thing...one purchased from one of the polite beach vendors
Who flagwave their thin blankets into the breeze before them, like peacocks fluttering their tails at passing peahens
Me....buying a new throw was yet another minor milestone in that long list of milestones I've chalked up over the last few months
The juvenile snogs that followed ticked the next dozen milestones!
I'd forgotten just how nice it was to be kissed properly