Hi everyone!
I hope that you all had a very merry Christmas. I feel like I've not been on Minis for ages and it's only been a week!
I had a lovely Christmas visiting family etc. It was nice to nip home to Wales yesterday for just over 24 hours. I had a Christmas lunch at Gordon's mum's and then a Boxing day lunch at my mum's. I was actually surprised at how much I could eat, although on Christmas Eve we went out for a meal at the Harvester and failed miserably! I had two WKDs and it got very hot in the place. I was donning a very snuggly off the shoulder jumper as it was cold outside, but after a few nibbles from the salad bar I felt very hot and bothered! By the time the meal, if you can call it that in my case (I'd ordered minestone soup and a corn on the cob), I couldn't face eating anything hot. In the end poor Gordon was forced to go to the toilet to remove his Tshirt as I was huffing and puffing (leaving him to wear his hot hoodie zipped up!) so that I could try on his Tshirt. I was so surprised that it actually fit me, as I used to have to buy XXL men's Tshirts,so I ended upwearing his Tshirt and going out to cool do whilst he started to eat his meal. Aren't I nasty leaving himon his lonesome? Once I'd cooled down I came back and only managed a bite of the sweetcorn and a spoonful of soup! I ended up waiting for him to finish his meal in the cooler bar area! I thought losing weight made you cooler rather than hotter, but with alcohol on board I don't think that it's the case! I felt bad wasting my food, especially when Gordon said that the waitress had asked if everything was alright when collecting the plates off the table where my food lay barely touched. On the positive side we had a lovely time in the bar once I'd cooled down!
Over the last few days I have managed to eat a lot more even with quite a lot of alcohol! I suppose that I have learnt a lesson that even though I may fancy a meal out, sometimes, when my belly randomly decides, I can't! Weird!
I'm now back in Worsley after all the festivities and travelling.
As one of Gordon's Christmas presents I got a balloon saying "Let's set a date" and a diary with a love note saying "I love you and you love me so choose a date, you have 365 days to choose from and I'll marry you in sickness and in health.." as he was relucatant to set a date for our wedding because he didn't want to burden me with him being ill. Of curse he chose a date, as he wants to really, so we're hoping to organise a small wedding for Augusrt 8th if it's not booked up, so watch this space!!