He's my love for ever more;-)

I have an attention span poorer than a flea.  I can't sit still for toffee (oh and I AM a toffee addict ;-) ).  However, sit me in front of the sea and I can sit there all day long, staring into the horizon.  At this point I'd like to be able to tell you something really profound and intellectual such as: 'Within life’s journey we all experience times of storm and calm; these may be emotional experiences, may result from specific combinations of circumstances. These experiences are often beyond our control and so we benefit from learning how to cope at their heights and how to remember their transitory nature'.  The ocean for me is all that emotions embody, the calm and rough but amongst it all I feel at ease, at peace.

Ok ok - well yeah the above is true and I do feel like that - but I am a girl and (here to blame my Mom again - bless her xx).  Along with the fairytales, she sang me endless nursery rhymes.  I remember having one particular nursery rhyme book (and I had many) and was mesmorised by the image of the cute guy that adorned the page (yeah I started the guy fascination thing young;-) ).  Then I learned that: 'he was going to come back from sea and marry me'.  God this was so easy - it stated in black and white that this guy had gone to sea but was going to come back and marry me.  I was going to be his wife - my life planned and sorted:).  As I grew older the image of him (well he didn't float my boat (pardon the pun) and again that's down to my Mom who introduced me to the film, 'An Officer and a Gentleman' - well the white naval uniform - if I was gonna marry a guy that went to see, please let him look like Richard Gere in his whites (and yes I know that he was a naval aviator in the film before you all call me so thick !!!!!!! ).  I guess the image of the guy who was at sea but gonna marry me, dressed in tattered trousers and striped t-shirt didn't set my heart poundind and saying, 'OMG - WOW!'  However, I could imagine that he'd battled with great waves and sharks and other stuff - all for me - WHAT A HERO - who needs bloody Prince Charming? So okay - his name is Bobby - not quite the Chad, Schuyler - you know the romantic (ok - American sounding !!!!!!!)name I was after - and did I really want to be, 'Mrs Shaftoe'? (yeah guys I can imagine the rude jokes;-) ) but hey can I afford to be too picky?

I am lucky enough not to live far from Weymouth, a beautiful English coastal town and whilst we tend not to have 'Summer', on those rare 'summer days', I head to the sea and sit staring at the ocean.  Most think I have a fascination with the waves and boats and stuff, me - well I know that I am waiting for my hero to come and marry me (it was in black and white) !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!