Friday, January 21, 2011
Wow! I've got to get back to London so I can stop eating!!!
I've no idea how many kg I've gained but I'll worry about that when I get back to London and I can more easily get back on track.
I had a lovely time in the Alps, it didn't snow while I was there but it had not long before so it was all pure white and I enjoyed walking around in it. I didn't dare join godson and his mum Sabrina sliding down the slope, so I waited with his dad at the foot, laughing at Sabrina getting ice down the back of her jumper, not without godson's aid :D
It was my birthday on Sunday, I was 40. Celebrations started on Saturday when I had lunch with some friends at my favourite restaurant. These were the lot I spent my youth with, and the restaurant has seen several of our birthdays. I think I had my 24th there too. The owner is almost like an old friend.
Lunch started at 1.30 pm; we left the restaurant at about 3.30 for a walk around the centre of Florence. I guided them through well known spots, telling lesser known anecdotes - courtesy of a little book I bought for Mr Gent as a present, but then decided to use myself before giving it to him as it was too cool :)))
I got him another book too (how to live in Florence with a Florin a day, or something like it), so I'll forgive myself!
Anyway, on Sunday, the actual birthday, there was another lunch, this time with friends (the ones I spent time with in the Alps, with godson) and family. That also started at around 1.30 pm. We left the restaurant at 5 pm 'cos friends had to drive back to Milan and didn't want to be too late! The restaurant was one I'd wanted to go to for decades but somehow never got around to. My mother said we should go there for my 40th, as I should enjoy it. Very true! It's one of the historical Florentine trades (so called because they've been there for a century or more), and the food was yummy!
During the week I was walking around town with dad when I saw a pair of boots I'd been looking for, so he bought them for me as a present :)))
Talking about Mr Gent. I'm kind of surprised that he's kept in touch while I've been away, even saying he looks forward to my return. As I've been moaning about getting stuffed and dreading weigh-in when I get back, he's kindly offered to... ahem... help me lose the kgs with some... ahem... physical activity. Bless him! Only problem with that is that we'd need to be at it like rabbits, non-stop for a month or so to repair the damage :D
I think I'd better stick to walking as much as I can while I'm here, and then back on the bike if the weather is not too bad when I get back to London.
Still on the Mr Gent subject. I'm dreading Valentine's day. I'll be back in London on 9th February (got the ticket yesterday, decided that I'd stay until after my mum's birthday on 3rd), so it's likely that around the 14th we'll meet.
Now, I have a bit of an issue with Valentine's day. Firstly, it's cheesy. I mean, why would anyone want to exchange cards with cringeworthy messages when they wouldn't dream of uttering those same things in any other occasion???
Secondly, even if you managed to make it a classy event, isn't Valentine's day supposed to celebrate your love for each other? And why would you need a special day for that (other than to line Hallmarks' pockets, I mean)?
And there's the rub. I don't love the guy, and I'd be very surprised if he loved me. I like him, very much. I enjoy spending time with him and it's nice that he feels the same - although I always have the niggling feeling that he's just pretending to, to be nice, but that sooner or later he'll just disappear 'cos he got bored. Admittedly, that's more to do with my past experiences of blokes behaving like that than with Mr Gent himself, but you never know.
But to get back to Valentine's day. What do I do??? All my instincts say: "ignore it, it's just another day". On the other day, Mr Gent chose to spend his birthday with me when I was ill, and turned up with a Christmas present just before I left London. On both occasions I had nothing for him (even if, for his birthday, that was only due to the fact I was ill and hadn't been able to go shopping).
VD (doesn't sound quite right, but there you go!) falls on the Monday just after I get back. If Mr Gent asks to see me at the weekend, I don't really want to say no 'cos I'd like to see him too. What if he turns up with another pressie and I don't have one for him? Can I get away with my Christmas gift to him being so late that it kinds of doubles up for Valentine's? Or should I get something else? Should I get him a silly card on the off chance he gets me one?
But what message would that send? I mean, I've not been in a relationship requiring VD celebrations for so long that I'm not sure I could recognise it if I were in one. I don't even know if I want to be in one!
I'll ponder this...
Hope everyone had a great start to the year!