a week since my last post has seen much of the usual; more training, more restaurants and more lovely drinks. kept to my promise and climbed up a small hill with the father and dog, keeping snug in my cute grey baker boy hat i got for christmas and one of my sister's "band hoodies". decided i defo needed new walking boots as staying warm round the fire whilst camping last year has caused the rubber to melt and fall apart... hence wet feet. so monday saw me on a cheap walking boot hunt around manchester. cheap walking boots however, not a cheap hunt as i had to stop for yummy cappaccinos while i finished my book and hid from the windy horrendous rain which succeeded in breaking my umbrella before i reached my last spanish lesson of my course. tuesday... massive gym workout, did all the usual cardio, then decided i had time to kill and went to an 'urban funk' dance class. on my way to a celebratory meal with my spanish classmates at a brazilian restaurant, had a spare half hour so thought i would grab a lil glass of wine. easier said than done as i battled against the weather, certain that my black eye makeup was currently running down my face, and that my curls which i had carefully created, were now a windswept mess of tangles. arrived in a bar to get my wine, red in the face, and asked the nearest person if my face was covered in black. obviously didn't decide on my person of choice carefully enough, as this was answered with "of course not..you have the face of an angel" by some drunken, sleazy old man...dear lord..why me?! with a fleeting grimace, whilst the bar staff were glancing at me pityingly, i slunk off to my sad little corner with my sad little glass of white wine, in the knowledge that i was never going to find a hot young guy and that only sleazy old men are interested in me!!

wednesday night, well and wednesday day, and i literally could not move, stupid lovely gym guys who convinced me that dance class after full workout would be a good idea. was lay on the sofa watching sex and the city with my head, and collar bone and arm and back and every other inconceivable place making me wince with pain whenever i moved. so after all this gyming and my best friend coming home from university for the weekend, on thursday we headed out, with my sister, to a traditional little greek restaurant to gorge ourselves on a mountainous banquet of meze. i being nominated as the designated driver (well i nominated myself after too much alcohol at the brazilian affair on tuesday) sat back with a tiny, winy, miniscule glass of red, whilst my sister and my best friend managed to polish off two bottles of house red between them?! no more said...

friday and well it was friday = five o clock, two for one bellinis at my favourite after work bar, followed by a bit of naughty shopping. got home to gorgeous three course meal with the rents with a bottle of white italian wine we brought back from venice in october. finished my week in the best possible way.. best friend, bottle of red and dvd box set of sex and the city.