So there you are standing in Borders with a wailing child and a heavy heart when you notice that there is a really rather good looking man following you around the Self-Help section. You ignore him and chatter on in a really rather nutty fashion to a child going off his little head listening to your inane whittering, and pretend instead to be absolutely fascinated by a shelf full of books on how to put your marriage back together. And then you see it: the book your heart has been looking for: "Dumped! A Single Mother Shoots From the Hip", a tome that promises to tell you how to start a new life in Italy when quite frankly you’d expected to live in France for the rest of your proverbial….
So you pick it up joyously and skim though the pages uttering faint yippees! of recognition at every turn, when all of a sudden a man shaped shadowed darkens your delight.
"You haven’t have you?" Says he.
"Haven’t what?" You reply.
"Been dumped?" Say’s he.
"Well yes!" You whisper indignantly. "After fifteen years, with a two year old babe…"
"…And a beautiful face." Says he.
You blush and smile and mutter thank you, and pick up a book on how to cure an addiction to smoking you don’t have. And then he taps you on the shoulder and says, "It doesn’t matter you know, because you are going to make a yummy single mummy."
To which your son replys, "She’s not yummy, she’s yakky."
And you and the stranger laugh. And you feel almost human for a minute and recklessly throw "Dumped" and Teri Hatchers "Burnt Toast" into a basket already piled high with magazines, and walk away feeling a million dollars and eternally grateful to a man with kind eyes and just the words you needed to hear.
Because you may feel like burnt toast at the moment, but it sure as hell doesn’t look like you are going to have to eat it for the rest of your life…