The past couple of weeks have flown by, I mean, it was barely the other day when it was tomorrow and even that was yesterday a few days ago.

Apart from a few little bits that I shall complete tomorrow and that the main item of furniture doesn’t arrive until May 16, the ‘J’ lounge is finished and it does look quite amazing if I say so myself.

The deal I got on the TV was good, paid £55 for a 24” wide screen and it works really well. I had to go to Birmingham for it but that was OK seeing as I also needed to get some bits from IKEA … enjoyed that with some cute guys eyeing me up.

Hope you enjoyed the second part of my ‘short’ story ‘Be Careful What You Ask For’? I am not sure it flowed as much as the first chapter but then, that is because this one was just building up to something else. I am also not sure about the switch of perspective from Dave to Steve.

There is a reason why I chose the name ‘Dave’ and that is because quite often when I tell my name to people they somehow hear it as Dave and it just sticks in my mind, I have often said, who is this Dave?

It’s Daisy’s birthday today but it was a lot less than she originally had planned and the party she was to have on Saturday got totally cancelled and all down to her appalling behaviour and her insisting on telling lies even when it is stupidly obvious, hopefully she may learn something from this but I suspect I have years to go yet. Matt wasn’t much different and he’s only just stepped out the other side in the past year, he still steps back into stroppy teenager now and then when it suits him!

I may have gone a little far explaining Martyn to Simon but he seemed to want to know so it seemed like the right thing to do and I couldn’t do it in half measures else I would have been lying and that’s just not how I work.

My efforts to get to talk to more people seem to be paying off as I have been contacted by a few guys recently and have had some long chats, it proves to me I can do it if I set my mind to it, it’s just getting off my butt and doing it that is the problem!

I could go on for ages about the solicitors today and what we discussed but the only thing worth sharing on that score is that during our conversation my phone rang. Right now I am using ‘Moon Chavs’ as my ring tone (http://dizzyqueen.net/chavs.htm) and he seemed to be really amused about it, clearly he doesn’t have a fondness for chavs either!

Yesterday I confirmed to the PCT that Jermaine would be moved to Kettering and the good thing is, we all seem to be singing from the same song book now. The weird thing is, they don’t seem to be making any considerable saving from the move, she was quite open about it and the saving is negligible and doesn’t influence anything as much as the PCT would like it to!

Lucy at the PCT asked when I was off on holiday so I told her and she asked if I was going along? I told her that no I wasn’t. I was going with this tall, blonde hunky guy and she told me not to say anymore because she is a married woman and not allowed to get jealous of such things!

Finally got Robin’s network kind of set up last night, I just couldn’t get the XP machine to see there was a network but at least both machines can see the net and the laptop, which runs ’98, can see the XP desktop. Weird how the one that I thought was going to cause me problems works better than the one using XP that should have been a breeze … any possible solutions on a postcard please!

The past couple of weeks have flown by, I mean, it was barely the other day when it was tomorrow and even that was yesterday a few days ago.

Apart from a few little bits that I shall complete tomorrow and that the main item of furniture doesn’t arrive until May 16, the ‘J’ lounge is finished and it does look quite amazing if I say so myself.

The deal I got on the TV was good, paid £55 for a 24” wide screen and it works really well. I had to go to Birmingham for it but that was OK seeing as I also needed to get some bits from IKEA … enjoyed that with some cute guys eyeing me up.

Hope you enjoyed the second part of my ‘short’ story ‘Be Careful What You Ask For’? I am not sure it flowed as much as the first chapter but then, that is because this one was just building up to something else. I am also not sure about the switch of perspective from Dave to Steve.

There is a reason why I chose the name ‘Dave’ and that is because quite often when I tell my name to people they somehow hear it as Dave and it just sticks in my mind, I have often said, who is this Dave?

It’s Daisy’s birthday today but it was a lot less than she originally had planned and the party she was to have on Saturday got totally cancelled and all down to her appalling behaviour and her insisting on telling lies even when it is stupidly obvious, hopefully she may learn something from this but I suspect I have years to go yet. Matt wasn’t much different and he’s only just stepped out the other side in the past year, he still steps back into stroppy teenager now and then when it suits him!

I may have gone a little far explaining Martyn to Simon but he seemed to want to know so it seemed like the right thing to do and I couldn’t do it in half measures else I would have been lying and that’s just not how I work.

My efforts to get to talk to more people seem to be paying off as I have been contacted by a few guys recently and have had some long chats, it proves to me I can do it if I set my mind to it, it’s just getting off my butt and doing it that is the problem!

I could go on for ages about the solicitors today and what we discussed but the only thing worth sharing on that score is that during our conversation my phone rang. Right now I am using ‘Moon Chavs’ as my ring tone (http://dizzyqueen.net/chavs.htm) and he seemed to be really amused about it, clearly he doesn’t have a fondness for chavs either!

Yesterday I confirmed to the PCT that Jermaine would be moved to Kettering and the good thing is, we all seem to be singing from the same song book now. The weird thing is, they don’t seem to be making any considerable saving from the move, she was quite open about it and the saving is negligible and doesn’t influence anything as much as the PCT would like it to!

Lucy at the PCT asked when I was off on holiday so I told her and she asked if I was going along? I told her that no I wasn’t. I was going with this tall, blonde hunky guy and she told me not to say anymore because she is a married woman and not allowed to get jealous of such things!

Finally got Robin’s network kind of set up last night, I just couldn’t get the XP machine to see there was a network but at least both machines can see the net and the laptop, which runs ’98, can see the XP desktop. Weird how the one that I thought was going to cause me problems works better than the one using XP that should have been a breeze … any possible solutions on a postcard please!

Chapter 2

I can’t believe my luck. There laying beside me is some kind of God, a dream guy and he wants me, at least, he says he does but how can he? We only just met yesterday, he could be some weirdo for all I know. But look at him, he looks shattered but so peaceful. Is he going to wake up and realise it has all been some terrible mistake, what do ‘I’ look like? Hell, I was lucky yesterday, I’d only just had my hair done and I’ve lost some weight recently but what if he had turned up a few weeks ago when I was fat and had long messy hair, hadn’t shaved … crikey this could have been different.

Dave turned to me and opened his eyes … “Steve, is that you? I had this really bad dream that this was somehow unreal, that none of what happened was how it was”

“Sorry Dave, I don’t get you, what do you mean, none of what happened? What happened?”

“Oh, ignore me, come here and hug me, today is going to be the start of something special, we are never going to be alone again”

I had to get my head around all of this, who was Dave, what did he mean about something happening? Why did he seem so familiar? There were so many questions but still that old adage rattled in my brain ‘don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’. This is weird, I am making a tea for Dave, I don’t even know if he likes tea, oh, what the hell, it’s only a drink, if he doesn’t like it I’ll make something else.

“Steve, you think to much, do you know that? I mean, thinking is good, it gets things done but too much about the wrong stuff and it’s destructive. It’s all well and good using that logical brain of yours but sometimes you just have to let things happen, does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I s’pose. Have I pissed you off in some way, I didn’t mean to, was I snoring or moving about too much last night? I was worried because he seemed to know so much about me and I don’t remember saying anything to upset him and that would be just my luck to finally find the man of my dreams and have no idea how I screwed up.

“What the hell, just listen to yourself, analysing stuff, worrying about what you may have done probably shitting bricks that I’m gonna walk outta here as quick as I came … hey, sorry about that by the way”

Dave laughed and I remembered the first time we had sex last night how he came almost straight away, he said I just ‘had the knack’ or something, probably just beginners luck! At least he has a sense of humour about it. Bloody hell, great looks, money and a sense of humour … if the guy has a brain as well I’ve died and gone to heaven!

The kids went off to school and I offered to buy Dave breakfast down town. He suggested the local garden centre instead, he seems to know a lot for an American fresh in the country … OK, let it go, gift horses and all that. I was just putting my jacket on when Dave headed for the door, picked up the car keys, put the door keys in the front of the door like I do and headed for the car!

“Erm, Dave … are you driving then?”

“Oh shit, sorry man, force of habit I guess, I’ll drive if you want?

“Probably best not, you’re not insured”. “Dave, about what you said earlier, I know it is probably nothing but you said earlier about something happening, tried to avoid it and you know, well, it’s bugging me, I’d like to know what made you visit me or my house or whatever it was that happened yesterday?”

“No, I don’t think … well, yes, actually I know you do want to know I am just not sure I can explain it in a way that don’t make me out to be just too weird. You like sci fi right? I know you are open to the idea of weird stuff but this is something else and I am scared, I mean, if I tell you, I mean, I don’t know what happened and even less why. If I tell you, what if it all falls apart, I go back to being, well … You!”

“Eh? Go back to being me? Yep, you’re right, that’s weird, what is, what do you mean? Look, just tell me something, if you tell me what you know, is that going to change anything, I mean, am I going to lose something from knowing? Will I be any worse of that maybe I was the day before yesterday, when I hadn’t met you?

“OK Steve, you’re right, I mean, why am I just not saying it, why am I nervous of telling you? When I tell you you’ll understand how stupid that sounds”

“Yeah, well, we are getting people staring at us just sitting in the car like this … not that I am complaining but maybe we should go somewhere or something, breakfast?”

“No, I’m not really hungry Steve, can we just get a coffee somewhere and like … talk? The garden centre is fine, it doesn’t get really crowded, just go there?”

“OK, Dave, you’re OK though? I didn’t know what to think. Dave was clearly wanting or needing me to know something but did I need to know? Could this be some sort of bollixed up CIA thing, I mean, they can be a bit weird the yanks but why me? Yeah, so they are going to send someone thousands of miles just to shag some obscure little middle-aged English guy with kids why exactly? Maybe they know something about me even I don’t know. That’d be weird … mind the speed camera, concentrate on that idiot pulling out of the turning … am I being groomed for something? Is it the kids they are after? Yeah, because they are going to send one of their agents over here to get close to the kids! Maybe he isn’t American after all? I am just assuming that from his accent, it’s not like we ever really spoke that much, I don’t really know that much about him, he could be from anywhere, just some drop dead gorgeous guy from just down the road that suddenly though to himself how wonderful this short twat with kids was and maybe he’d try his luck right? OK, scrub that idea, he’s not some weirdo from just down the road and he didn’t turn up yesterday by chance, there is something deeper here … bloody hell, he’s an angel, I am going to die and he’s here to collect me, that’d be right. Finally get some good luck and I get fucked. Er, didn’t mean that literally, but, typical … is it going to happen today, did it happen yesterday? Am I dead? No, I don’t feel dead … my breath went and for all the right reasons because Dave just put his hand on my leg, wow, he can do that again, if I am dead then this is heaven.

“You OK Steve, you went quiet there?”

“Sure, sorry Dave … prolly the sooner you tell me the better cos my brain is going overtime here, nothing you can tell me is as weird as I am imagining! You’re not an alien of something are you?”

“No, not an alien, not much better but not that … I’m you?”

“Er, I, I mean, what do you mean, you’re me? I just know I am me so how can you be me too?” He’s me? Here I was thinking what I had going through my head was weird but he thinks he’s me? All I can say to that is that he certainly hasn’t looked in the mirror recently, I wish I did look like that but, OK, that ain’t gonna happen. Me?

“Sorry Steve, I don’t know … I can’t really explain it … I was with my …

Dave and I say down for what seemed like a lifetime while he told me what he thought had happened … he’s me? If he is me then who is this Dave and where did he go? I don’t really, how am I meant to understand it but then, at the same time, if he made it up he was doing a crap job as there were so many holes in the story, if he’d made it up there would be some answers, he’d have been able to explain more, he seems as confused as I am. He seems to know a lot about me though, I mean, what he says does fit, if he is me in some weird way then no wonder I knew hot to jerk him off last night, he was bloody good at it too. But what does he, I mean ‘I’ get out of the deal from his perspective? I know what I get, fucking hell, he’s amazing, but what’s in this for him … wait, the kids. If I suddenly found myself in another body, I’d have to get back, I’d have to be with the kids.

My mobile phone starts to ring … I answer it … “Mr Williams, it’s Queen Elizabeth’s, it’s about Jermaine …. “

Chapter 2

I can’t believe my luck. There laying beside me is some kind of God, a dream guy and he wants me, at least, he says he does but how can he? We only just met yesterday, he could be some weirdo for all I know. But look at him, he looks shattered but so peaceful. Is he going to wake up and realise it has all been some terrible mistake, what do ‘I’ look like? Hell, I was lucky yesterday, I’d only just had my hair done and I’ve lost some weight recently but what if he had turned up a few weeks ago when I was fat and had long messy hair, hadn’t shaved … crikey this could have been different.

Dave turned to me and opened his eyes … “Steve, is that you? I had this really bad dream that this was somehow unreal, that none of what happened was how it was”

“Sorry Dave, I don’t get you, what do you mean, none of what happened? What happened?”

“Oh, ignore me, come here and hug me, today is going to be the start of something special, we are never going to be alone again”

I had to get my head around all of this, who was Dave, what did he mean about something happening? Why did he seem so familiar? There were so many questions but still that old adage rattled in my brain ‘don’t look a gift horse in the mouth’. This is weird, I am making a tea for Dave, I don’t even know if he likes tea, oh, what the hell, it’s only a drink, if he doesn’t like it I’ll make something else.

“Steve, you think to much, do you know that? I mean, thinking is good, it gets things done but too much about the wrong stuff and it’s destructive. It’s all well and good using that logical brain of yours but sometimes you just have to let things happen, does that make sense?”

“Yeah, I s’pose. Have I pissed you off in some way, I didn’t mean to, was I snoring or moving about too much last night? I was worried because he seemed to know so much about me and I don’t remember saying anything to upset him and that would be just my luck to finally find the man of my dreams and have no idea how I screwed up.

“What the hell, just listen to yourself, analysing stuff, worrying about what you may have done probably shitting bricks that I’m gonna walk outta here as quick as I came … hey, sorry about that by the way”

Dave laughed and I remembered the first time we had sex last night how he came almost straight away, he said I just ‘had the knack’ or something, probably just beginners luck! At least he has a sense of humour about it. Bloody hell, great looks, money and a sense of humour … if the guy has a brain as well I’ve died and gone to heaven!

The kids went off to school and I offered to buy Dave breakfast down town. He suggested the local garden centre instead, he seems to know a lot for an American fresh in the country … OK, let it go, gift horses and all that. I was just putting my jacket on when Dave headed for the door, picked up the car keys, put the door keys in the front of the door like I do and headed for the car!

“Erm, Dave … are you driving then?”

“Oh shit, sorry man, force of habit I guess, I’ll drive if you want?

“Probably best not, you’re not insured”. “Dave, about what you said earlier, I know it is probably nothing but you said earlier about something happening, tried to avoid it and you know, well, it’s bugging me, I’d like to know what made you visit me or my house or whatever it was that happened yesterday?”

“No, I don’t think … well, yes, actually I know you do want to know I am just not sure I can explain it in a way that don’t make me out to be just too weird. You like sci fi right? I know you are open to the idea of weird stuff but this is something else and I am scared, I mean, if I tell you, I mean, I don’t know what happened and even less why. If I tell you, what if it all falls apart, I go back to being, well … You!”

“Eh? Go back to being me? Yep, you’re right, that’s weird, what is, what do you mean? Look, just tell me something, if you tell me what you know, is that going to change anything, I mean, am I going to lose something from knowing? Will I be any worse of that maybe I was the day before yesterday, when I hadn’t met you?

“OK Steve, you’re right, I mean, why am I just not saying it, why am I nervous of telling you? When I tell you you’ll understand how stupid that sounds”

“Yeah, well, we are getting people staring at us just sitting in the car like this … not that I am complaining but maybe we should go somewhere or something, breakfast?”

“No, I’m not really hungry Steve, can we just get a coffee somewhere and like … talk? The garden centre is fine, it doesn’t get really crowded, just go there?”

“OK, Dave, you’re OK though? I didn’t know what to think. Dave was clearly wanting or needing me to know something but did I need to know? Could this be some sort of bollixed up CIA thing, I mean, they can be a bit weird the yanks but why me? Yeah, so they are going to send someone thousands of miles just to shag some obscure little middle-aged English guy with kids why exactly? Maybe they know something about me even I don’t know. That’d be weird … mind the speed camera, concentrate on that idiot pulling out of the turning … am I being groomed for something? Is it the kids they are after? Yeah, because they are going to send one of their agents over here to get close to the kids! Maybe he isn’t American after all? I am just assuming that from his accent, it’s not like we ever really spoke that much, I don’t really know that much about him, he could be from anywhere, just some drop dead gorgeous guy from just down the road that suddenly though to himself how wonderful this short twat with kids was and maybe he’d try his luck right? OK, scrub that idea, he’s not some weirdo from just down the road and he didn’t turn up yesterday by chance, there is something deeper here … bloody hell, he’s an angel, I am going to die and he’s here to collect me, that’d be right. Finally get some good luck and I get fucked. Er, didn’t mean that literally, but, typical … is it going to happen today, did it happen yesterday? Am I dead? No, I don’t feel dead … my breath went and for all the right reasons because Dave just put his hand on my leg, wow, he can do that again, if I am dead then this is heaven.

“You OK Steve, you went quiet there?”

“Sure, sorry Dave … prolly the sooner you tell me the better cos my brain is going overtime here, nothing you can tell me is as weird as I am imagining! You’re not an alien of something are you?”

“No, not an alien, not much better but not that … I’m you?”

“Er, I, I mean, what do you mean, you’re me? I just know I am me so how can you be me too?” He’s me? Here I was thinking what I had going through my head was weird but he thinks he’s me? All I can say to that is that he certainly hasn’t looked in the mirror recently, I wish I did look like that but, OK, that ain’t gonna happen. Me?

“Sorry Steve, I don’t know … I can’t really explain it … I was with my …

Dave and I say down for what seemed like a lifetime while he told me what he thought had happened … he’s me? If he is me then who is this Dave and where did he go? I don’t really, how am I meant to understand it but then, at the same time, if he made it up he was doing a crap job as there were so many holes in the story, if he’d made it up there would be some answers, he’d have been able to explain more, he seems as confused as I am. He seems to know a lot about me though, I mean, what he says does fit, if he is me in some weird way then no wonder I knew hot to jerk him off last night, he was bloody good at it too. But what does he, I mean ‘I’ get out of the deal from his perspective? I know what I get, fucking hell, he’s amazing, but what’s in this for him … wait, the kids. If I suddenly found myself in another body, I’d have to get back, I’d have to be with the kids.

My mobile phone starts to ring … I answer it … “Mr Williams, it’s Queen Elizabeth’s, it’s about Jermaine …. “