York With My Honey

Smiles a contented smile. St. George's Day yesterday. The Saint Day of England for all those of you who don't have a clue what i'm on about. The day found me in York with my erm man.

Wednesday evening was another drunken foray into dating but not as much as previous weeks. Thursday was a foody disaster and totally my fault. I need divine intervention and quick. Breakfast was blueberry pancakes and maple syrup- hell i was trying to impress. Lunch was in Nandos in York. Wish We'd gone for a picnic option. Damn it.

York was impossibly lovely. Visited the Yorvik centre and listened to the experts talk to Children. I missed my teaching days with a strong raction. Walked around in York- so I was sort of getting exercise. I need my walks back in my routine but i'm so uninspired. All I can think about is hugging....sighs...

Happy Dayz

I'm happy today. I've eaten reasonably moderately. Any one reading this blog would assume i'm stood up permenantly- this is not the case. Grins.

Thursdays date, no 3 with the same guy by the way, went really well. I'm starting to feel hopeful there. He even liked the lasagne. Drank way too much wine- I calculated 20 units by myself alone... oops..which left me grinning and hung over on Good Friday. Still smiling at my texts this morning.

Can I wish everyone who reads this small blog A VERY HAPPY EASTER...

Stood up- yes again!

Okay I'm going to give up going on first dates with Scottish men. Here's the reason why. Every Scottish man i've made a date with has stood me up. This time i wasn't actually surprised.

Venue lovely cafe in my town set for 2.30. Arrangements made last wednesday. Charming man funny, intelligent and one would have thought competant bloke. Instead I sat alone and had a latte and panini, having told the waitress i was waiting for someone. It was a no show.

However, I must report that on Thursday I do have a third date with a very charming man and ironically I cancelled a first date with another Scottish bloke to be with him. Watch this space. The lasagne in the photo will be consummed on Thursday with molto vino rosso. Bliss.

So I bought myself flowers to cheer me up as well as wearing my new shoes- see above. In the meantime eating has been wild, nothing new there then. No shocks but sorry Scotland.