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  • A weekend with Manc

    I have had a great weekend. Stayed at the Manc's for the whole weekend and we haven't got bored of each other yet.

    Friday we went out with his work mates, some of whome are also my mates, so that was good. Went for Tapas and drinks. A lot of drinks.

    Saturday, went went into town, I got my hair done and on my way back to meet him I bumped into my parents, who were a bit miffed I was 'home' for the weekend but hadn't went to see them. It was only because I didn't want to lie about staying at Manc's, as they have a real issue with the whole staying at lad's houses thing, even though I'm 25 and don't live with them anymore. So as I did see them and as they did ask, I told them I was on my way to meet Manc and staying at his. They didn't say much - probably because we were stood in the middle of the street - but I know my Dad will have been going on to my Mam about it all day once I'd gone.

    Anyway, Manc treated me to lunch, and we went back to his. Made pizza together for tea, made the dough and everything. It's nice doing things like that together, it's fun. Had a lazy night in with a film and bottle of wine.

    Yesterday was the best day though. We went to the zoo! It's a little zoo, but was still really good. I love the zoo, I'm like a big kid.

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    I let some ducks eat off my hand, which is a big thing for me as I'm pretty scared of anything that can fly at me. Or has a beak. I also fed a penguin, but it wouldn't come close enough so I just threw the fish and it hit it on the back. Was quite funny. In a non-animal cruelty way of course. Manc bought me a little giraffe toy. How cute.

    Stayed at his last night but had to set off about quarter past 7, got home for ten to 9 just to quickly change into work clothes and of course was a little late to work but no more than any other day! He made my lunch for me again to take to work too.

    It really has been just a great weekend, getting to spend time with him.
    And no psycho ex and her mother, or nosey neighbours this weekend!

  • My Best Friend's Boss

    Sooo, there's not really much to say about my trip to Edinburgh - we were outside Edinbugh, in a caravan, in the rain, and I was with parents so it wasn't exactly a wild one.

    However, the weeked either side of the trip were far more interesting.

    Went out on Bank Holiday Sunday, and met my friend who was out with work. She went home, and I, er, pulled her boss.

    Went back to his and didn't get home till 7 (I snuck in 5 minutes before my dad got up!). Which was rather unfortunate as I had to get up at 9 for the 4 hour car journey. I managed to hide my hangover until we were an hour up the road, when I announced I was going to be sick. My dad pulled over at the side of a really busy road, and I spewed. On my jeans. It was a classy moment.

    Anyway, back to the night before... it was just a drunken thing. A good drunken thing. He asked for my number before I left but I didn't really think anything of it. But he text me all week and asked me to go to the cinema on Friday when I got back from being away. So we went to see Final Destination, went for a couple of drinks and then back to his.

    We got on really well. I was surprised. There was a lot more to him than I'd thought. I'd met him a few times, and as my friend has worked with him for 2 years I've heard a lot about him, but I did think he was a bit, well, pervy. In a funny way. And I never fancied him when I met him, I didn't think of him as anything more than her boss. Plus as him and my friend get on really well, he knows stuff about me, like she went into work and told him about the whole psycho date thing - which he laughed a lot about - so I assumed he wouldn't really take me seriously.

    However, we had a great time. Yesterday, we went for sunday lunch then spent the afternoon at his yesterday. He is planning on coming through here on Friday night. I really hope he does, I've just got major paranoia that he's going to cancel on me.

    We can only see.

    Oh, and he doesn't have a wife, child, girlfriend, fiancee or drink problem, and only a minor criminal record. I may have suffered an injury or three but nothing I'd complain about!

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