Sleep, Syns and the S word...

A lovely weekend has been had. However, I seem to always think that when I've not had a minute to think 'right, what to do now' and that usually happens when I'm away from home... Friday I was dead on my feet when I arrived at Wolves Wanderers house. But, weary as I was, I couldn't contain my excitement at the swiftly approaching 'mini break' we are partaking of. I was showing off my efforts with map printing & some 'detective' work of my own regarding sightseeing/times/prices etc etc. He seemed genuinely pleased that I was caring so much to go to some effort to do all this.

Hope I don't scare him off with my 'exuberant' self. Surely not.

Anyway, I had taken all the ingredients to cook one of my favourite slimming world recipe's. "Oh fuck it" I thought, gotta try him on some of the 'diet' without him even perhaps realising. And so, it was done. I just helped in the kitchen and in less than an hour, what is possibly the best culinary show of that particular recipe appeared out of his oven. The dessert was even half way 'low fat' and if you squinted slightly, the dollop of full-fat whipped double cream on the top of muller-light yoghurt and red-berries was hardly visible! (if you can't see it - it doesn't count!). We won't even mention the wine... shhhh! 

I mentioned we might have gone out, but given how knackered I was, I pleased to have been let off that one. After all, it's one thing letting the guy see you in a marginally less-than-pukka manner, but it is quite another for his mates to see that. Especially the first time. I know he would say it doesn't matter, but it matters to me. I want to look every inch the goddess when the time comes. That is said (obviously) tongue in cheek, as it means rather more literally that I want to have freshly washed (and brushed) hair & 'slap' on. haha!

On Saturday morning we did have one of those chats where he told me what he was looking for. In a nutshell, it's me. And without him actually saying so, he's kinda waiting around for me to get to the point of wanting to make things a little more 'official' shall we say. Or I end up moving away chasing a career. Hmmmm, I didn't really know what to say but swiftly realised that my default setting of 'honesty really is the best policy' won out. I reiterated that I'm not quite ready for girlfriend/boyfriend status just yet but I am enjoying basking in his company. He accepted my reasoning and that was that. Am I ready? is a question I've been asking myself over the last couple for days...

I did meet one of his friends when he dropped him off at the train station as a favour (good hair & not bad makeup day -bonus!!). We had planned to go out walking so we were suitably dressed for that and I had my casual combats on.... fresh on so they had that nice hold-me-in effect going on which is always good when the decorators have just arrived! (ladies, you know what I mean). His friend and I made pleasantries in the car and I think I managed to procure the seal of approval.

Although how could they not adore little old me!? haha

We ended up going into Wales to a place called Rhayader and had a bit of a jaunt around some of the reservoirs and up a bit of a hill. The drizzle 'frizzled' my hair but it wasn't enough to dampen our spirits, so that was good. We visited an old police camp that he had frequented as a teenager and we larked around on the obstacle course that still stands on the site. I wanted to swing on the rope swing but thought better of it when I weighed up my chances of falling off. I did hang upside down on some parallel bars which any self respecting big kid should from time to time. On the way home I was doing the classic sleepy nod. So when "why don't you recline your seat and close your eyes for a bit" was mentioned, I didn't need to think twice. I reclined into the comfy heated seat and used his work fleece as a pillow and that was it, away with the fairies... apparently he even spoke to one of his mates that was on duty through the handsfree car kit thingy and I didn't bat an eyelid.

Hmmm.. note to self: .oO try to be more awake otherwise this guy is gonna think you have narcolepsy!

I started to let some things slip to my mother this morning about recent events. At one point she had made a point of saying "I do hope you're not just jumping into bed with these men!" I was shocked - I love my mum dearly, but this is the woman that didn't even discuss the birds and the bees with me... so to be suddenly thrust into a possible conversation where the S word might get used found me a little flat footed to say the least. Anyway, she seemed suitably pleased with the choice of bloke her daughter is spending time with of late. After the events at the beginning of the year that revolved around my split with the 'dark side' (that's my ex. the phrase is blatantly robbed from a good mate) I think she's coming over a little protective. Not that that is a bad thing. But I'm wondering if things ever get more serious if he'll have to run the gauntlet of mother. She might only be small but she keeps threatening us with 'Essex kisses'...

...I swear one day, she'll surprise us all by delivering one.

My Sunday was spent in Nottingham at a tournament, so nothing exciting to report as such. It was just 12 hours of "duty" and a total of four hours in the car. Boy was I glad to get into my bed last night! And, of course, spending all this time away from home recently means that my plan to be a one woman creative jewellery designer/creator in preparation for the party isn't really coming together too well. Let alone things like housework!

Must try harder, must try harder!