Thank the Lord, it's Friday!

So, first off, my arse isn't sore after yesterdays bike ride. Which is good because I thought it might've been, having not been in the saddle for a few weeks. We stopped halfway at a local Abbey, or the ruins thereof. I love old shit like that. We climbed up a stone spiral staircase in one of the towers. It was absolutely pitch black.

I took photo's from the top. It was good fun. Small things eh?!

So, for the first time, I'm blogging about  a date and I'm wondering how much information to give. Do I skim over or lavish details upon you I wonder...?

Well girls (and guys if there are any), lets just firstly say that Wolves Wanderers homestead is a pretty nifty affair. A small wooden beamed stone cottage situated not quite in the middle of nowhere. Inside, not absolutely immaculate, but fairly close, which is good - I like tidy men without them being anal, as I'm sure most girlies do. He has style and nice taste in proper wood furniture, cushions, curtains etc. My mum, and most mum's would, no doubt, approve!

Hang on, let me stop myself - Why the hell am I wowing about bloody soft furnishings...

aaaarrrgh, I'm turning into a domesticat!!

Moving swiftly on - he has more than a decent smattering of gadgetry, which as you will already know, I like. The biggest fucking fridge I've ever seen in my whole life!! TV's, DVD players, SKY HD etc etc. Even remote control lights! How very Dean Martin'esque' eh!? It might've been a different, cheesy bachelor, story had they dimmed when he clapped, but thankfully, they didn't.

All this and he can cook! He made us Lasagne, which any self respecting foody would love! With garlic bread (great for my diet. not!) and salad. All washed down with a bottle of my favourite plonk. Previously when we've met, usually over dinner, he's mentioned he likes cooking but didn't do a lot for just himself (I know exactly how he feels) You can imagine I was a fairly happy bunny at this point in the proceedings. Then the second glass of wine, and "You can crash here if you like?" was served up.

Well....... it'd be rude not to.

Wouldn't it?

Good job I spent time the night before packing a bag 'just in case'.

Smiles all round.

So he lit the wood burning stove thing (gorgeous!) and we reclined on the sofa chatting and looking at some pictures he wanted to show me (something to do with his work but I can't mention it on here). Anyway, to cut what I could make into a very long story short, we ended up snogging on the sofa. Which was kinda inevitable really as it was in the air. Then, given the time of night and the wine I'd consumed (not much, but too much to drive), I stayed over.

And very nice it was too.  ; )

And that's why today, he's phoned in sick and I've been mostly just trying to stay awake.

So now that WW is quite firmly out of the 'friends box' and back into the fighting arena, my thoughts have turned to Sundays date with Passion Man...

...and whether I'll judge him by the amount of flop in his hair.