I’ve just got back from a wonderful weekend at home. More on that in a minute, but first the run upto going home. As many (well two) people who read this know, I’m really not happy at work at the moment. We are currently trying to do a polish build for the publisher. I was due to fly home on Friday morning with EasyJet from Edinburgh to East Midlands. So I wanted to leave work about half five, so I could get to Edinburgh and do a bit of late night Christmas shopping. Well I had loads of bugs to fix, so I was asked (told) to stay later
I finally got out of work around half ten to get the last train to EDI.
To try and keep the costs of travelling down I’d booked a bed in a youth hostel in Edinburgh. I arrived late but there were nice enough to let me in
There were some noisy Spanish (well I think there were Spanish) people who kept me awake half of the night…. I was not in a good frame of mind. Got up around six thirty so I could get across to the airport. Flight was uneventful and I arrived on time. Met my mum and then headed home. The rest of the day was spent shopping and looking at new digital cameras.
Saturday was the day of the ball for Hope and Homes for Children. Claire had invited me down to escort her to the event. During the day I went along to help set various things up, including lots from the main sponsor Marstons
Hrm free beer ! The ball was great fun, it was very odd sitting on the top table, with the Mayor,
the local MP, Claire and the founders of the charity. Claire looked absolutely stunning, the most attractive I’ve ever seen her.
I’m really not sure what to think about Claire. A few years ago at her sisters wedding I asked her out and she said “Nothing will ever happen”. Since then, if anything, we’ve been closer. I really want to ask again, but I’m scared that the reply would be the same. I wanted to ask her how she felt this weekend, but I chicked out, I didn’t want to say anything that could spoil the evening for her. Now I feel like a complete idiot, oh well at least there is only two weeks until I’ll see her again , so I’ve got to pluck up courage for then. I hate feeling like this….. argh!
Sunday was spent just relaxing at home. Nan came around for lunch and we watched the Brewers play in the FA Cup on the BBC. In the evening mum and I played 221B Baker street which I bought from Spirit Games last Christmas.
Finally on Monday I went to see Claire at her work. Had a cuppa, offered to give her my copy of the photo, went to the post office and had a sarnie. Not much was said apart from we’d see each other in a couple of weeks, I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek and then had to head home to pack my bags. The flight was delayed by an hour and a half, and when I did get to EDI we had to sit in a holding pattern for about 40 mins. Waited in the cold at the train station before rolling into Dundee about 9:45pm
Just uploaded the pics here, and now I’m off to bed…