Well, ok, "dressed up" is a bit overstating it... I'm still in my pjs. Actually, that's not entirely accurate either as I don't own pjs; more an old jumper and leggings that I use in bed.
Oh so sexy!
I've spent the last few days getting ready to leave. Most of the housework is done, I only need to clean the floors. I also packed (only a few things left to go in the suitcase) and made sure all the necessary electrical stuff is in the bag (especially the mobile phone charger, cables, adapters and all that stuff).
I've done tons of wash loads and ironing (just a couple of towels left but I may leave that until I get back).
I'm currently transferring music from my computer to my mobile (on "Aerosmith" at the mo, this might take a while!), so I won't have to carry CDs over to Italy. Which reminds me there are a few CDs I've ordered from Amazon that have not arrived yet, hopefully they'll get here today or someone will be Christmas gift-less!
Yesterday I was going to post a blog titled "Another one bites the dust?" as I hadn't heard from Mr Gent since Monday last week. The only reason I didn't post was that I had no time to write it. I knew he was going to be away last weekend but I thought he would have been in touch. Or better, I didn't think he would but the fact that he hadn't made me immediately think of past experiences.
On Saturday I was notified that I'd won tickets for two shows; the first one on Sunday, Impropera (check them out if you get the chance, they are really good: www.impropera.co.uk
). I went on my own as it was too short notice to find someone. The second one for Monday was Onassis ( www.onassistheplay.com
). I thought I'd ask Mr Gent if he wanted to go, but not having heard from him I invited Maybe Baby.
I spent most of Monday and Tuesday sulking, thinking that when back from Italy I'd go over all my contacts to see if there was any suitable alternative (Maybe Baby seems like the best option at the moment, but do I really want to spend time with a politically active intellectual whose idea of fun is spending time in the pub with the Coalition Against Poverty? Errrrrr... possibly not) and planning stuff to do with friends or on my own. Then, at about 6 pm, the mobile bleeped. Well, it'd been bleeping pretty much all the time almost every day, with me studiously not being disappointed when the display didn't show "Mr Gent". This time it did show his name :)))
He was asking if I was free that evening.
As a matter of fact I wasn't, as I still had to finish getting ready to leave, but I replied that I might be, late-ish. He turned up at about 9 with a Christmas card and a gift! I felt really awful as, not expecting to see him, I hadn't even written a card! Oh well, I'll just have to remember to get him something in Italy :)))
We had a lovely evening, even though I was up before 6 this morning to make him breakfast as he had to leave for work!
It's funny how it doesn't take much to get me to think the worst - it's probably because I'm not used to men being reliable. It's very weird for me to be with someone who does what he says and who seems to be genuinely interested; I'm always expecting it to go wrong - which of course is the best way for it to go wrong, so I need to snap myself out of this!
And now on with the final preparations.
I hope everyone has a great Christmas!