I'm still none the wiser.

Today I bought for lunch a sausage in a french bread roll. The sausage was dry and long and really quite salty. The breadstick was also dry- no butter or mustard or ketchup! It took ages for me to devour it. However whilst I was eating it, James walked into the lunch room. He smiled at me and I got a little bit flustered, the only thing I could think of to say was "Look at this sausage, how are you suppsed to get through this" How embarrassing is that. We did have a brief conversation about food then. It was nice to chat even if it was about nothing really. I've not pushed the going out issue- trying to keep cool about it (Even though it is driving me mad). But it nice to talk to him. He has the brightest blue eyes