Bloody mothers

Just got back from work and had to write this down. Get it out of my system. I woke up feeling lousy this morning. I'd had a really vivid dream, about that nurse from Manchester - nothing like that, you dirty minded lot. Just a good dream - she turned up on my doorstep and we went for a walk, strolling by the river, a little kiss, a little hand holding - it felt so easy and so natural, and I was being myself and she didn;t run for the hills. But then I woke up and it was all gone.

My mother made some comment over the breakfast table and I snapped at her, so then she started giving me a lecture and I felt like I was 14 again. I wanted to storm out and slam a few doors, but in the middle of her tirade she mentioned something about a lovely chat she'd had with a friend of mine on the phone, and why couldn't I be more like that - a bit more human (yawn yawn). I asked her who she meant ( I knew it couldn;t be Tim) and she said it was a nice sounding girl, who said she was a nurse or something. God, my stomach lurched then. What was her name? Did she leave her number? What did she say? Of course, my bloody mother couldn't tell my anything useful - no number, no name. She'd been too busy telling the poor girl about her latest trip. Damn bugger damn. Bugger. Damn.

I spent all day wondering how on earth I could track her down. Maybe she had been waiting for me to call - and then she finally plucked up the courage to call me - and then she got the full force of my darling mother. What the hell do I do now? I wish somebody was reading this and could give me some idea of where to start.