Nothing to declare

First off - this post is going to be a let down. After such a big buildup - I have no news.

Despite turning my phone onto silent and hiding it, I didn't hear from Ireland. I considered texting to find out if he had indeed made it to Barcelona but changed my mind and will probably send him an email. Now, although this is a big relief in some ways, if he has been in Barcelona this weekend and decided not to call me I am gonna feel a little bit offended. But then he is coming back in a couple of weeks anyway.

I think it's for the best he wasn't around cos I was feeling quite down on Friday, even Loco noticed and decided to cheer me up by taking me out for a fancy pants dinner - that was nice. Although I did cry in the restaurant - don't ask. So I wasn't really in a mood for socialising.

I also wonder if when Ireland called me to tell me he was coming, if I was a little bit off with him. I mean, the call came out of the blue and I was at work at the time. I can hear my imagination whirring away as I type this.

In any case, I shall find out and keep you and myself informed!

In other news, snow is covering pretty much the whole of Spain. Metres of it! Apart from here in Barcelona, where it is nice and sunny and I don't even need to wear my bobble hat anymore. I want snow!

So I switched template over to the new blogger.. and lost all my links etc etc

Not to fret, after a few hours of html fiddling it looks the way I want it to, sort of.

Not being in the best of moods today I am gonna cut this entry short right here.

Tit tat

One day to go until Ireland gets here.. Still haven't decided what I'm going to do about that although it seems clear that I can't tell Loco today that Ireland is coming tomorrow. Hmm. I've even taken to keeping my phone on silent around Loco so scared am I that Ireland should ring me while in his presence. Yes I am a fool, I know.

I know I harp on about the weather sometimes, but oh my, the temperatures here just dropped. It is bloody freezing. After a couple of weeks where we were back to beach weather having to wear my ski coat does not please me!

Anyway, this blogging lark is gonna get me fired so I'm off to do some work.

Luck of the Irish

So Ireland is coming this weekend.

I still haven't told Loco and I'm not really sure how I'm going to get around this one. My little brain is whirring ten to the dozen to think of a cunning plan where I get to hang out with Ireland yet not send Loco into a jealous rage.

It's a tricky one even for me. Don't ask me what happened but I find it very difficult to lie to Loco and I have tried! The little white lie here and there,

Him "Have you eaten any chocolate today?"

Me "Me? me? no, why would I eat chocolate? I don't even like chocolate that much. Ten empty wrappers in the bin you say? Chocolate smears around my mouth? How very peculiar."

But he just sees right through it. Hell, I even feel like I'm lying when I'm telling the truth. If he accuses me of something I most definitely have not done, it doesn't matter, my face still turns red and this little nervous laugh starts. Terribly incriminating.

Plus I'm a teensy bit scared that when I see Ireland I'm gonna fancy him like crazy all over again. Not good when a) he lives in Ireland and b) he has a gf. Oh and C) I have a bf.

So, en fin, what to do?

I am considering about wating until he come over with his gf as Loco can't get very mad about that plus Loco is conveniently away on business. But another little part of me says, "Fuck it, Ireland is my friend as well as my ex-lover that I was just a teensy weensy little bit in love with, I should be able to hang out with him without fearing repurcussions."

But then again I think that I get very jealous when Loco speaks to his ex, but then they were together for SEVEN years.

AGGGGH. I drive myself mad.

Moving..

For the last few weeks Loco and I have been discussing moving in together.

I know it is a big decision to make so quickly into a relationship but it just feels right. Previous bfs that have even tried to broach this subject, have left me with a sense of panic so great that I would apply for jobs in Japan rather than ever have to become part of a domesticated couple. Bleugh!

"Well, I've applied for a job in Japan with immediate start so better to break it off here rather than face the horrors of a long distance relationship dontcha think!"

This once backfired when bf at the time decided that he too would apply for a job in Japan.

Anyway, now I want to do it, so this poses some questions:

Should we rent a flat in Barcelona or instead move directly to the apartment Loco already owns?

Moving straight to said apartment seems like the most sensible idea as rent-money can be used to pay off mortgage and renovate apartment.

So the apartment needs renovating?

Yes, new kitchen, bathroom, floors, doors, walls the lot.

Hmm. Seems like a lot of work.

Yes it does, add to this I have yet to even see apartment and I start to feel a bit scared. Loco estimates that the work would take about a year to complete (I'm in Spain remember).

So where would you live in the meantime?

Well obviously paying rent and a mortgage at the same time is out of the question, so Loco's suggestion is that we live with his parents. Gulp. Don't get me wrong - His parents are awesome. The best suegros ever. But living with them for a year?? Things might get difficult. My idea is to live in while the renovations are completed. Staying with his parents as and when needed (when bathroom is fitted etc). Loco doesn't like my idea.

Hmm. Not an ideal arrangement. Any other downsides?

Er, yes, the fact the apartment (and his parents house) aren't in Barcelona itself. They're in the pueblo, about a 15 minute drive on a good day, 1 and a half hours at 08:30 going to work time.

And here's the nutcracker. Loco bought the apartment from his ex-gf's parents and I'm not sure if I like the idea of us living together is his ex gf's house. Maybe I'm overreacting, but I just find it a little peculiar.

So - what ya gonna do?

Probably move to the apartment. Loco managed to buy just before house prices boomed so mortgage is incredibly low (for here), which means that we'll more than likely be able to afford a second property in the not so distant future. Maybe a nice little apartment by the beach :)

Hopefully I can sway him on the living in while renovations are being done option.

Anyway first things first, the current tenant has to find a new place to live and then we'll talk.

An Interview

In other news, I have done my very first interview! (Apart from the time I was drunkenly interviewed by a Dutch/Swedish/Northern-European TV Crew that shone a very bright light in my face in the middle of Danzatoria)

Check it out here!

What have I been doing?

Throughout the year I have written various different tales about what I'd been up to and with who but I just never got round to publishing them.. I am currently in the process of editing and publishing so that my blog becomes somewhat more coherent. I hope.

Please bear with me, normal services will resume shortly :)

Yay!

I forgot to mention (my bad) my first 2 comments :)

Thanks very much! It pleased me.

A surprise

So, who decided to text me the other day. No, not fucking beardman (who coincidentally did, again, over christmas. Idiot)

Ireland! :)

He's coming to visit. Eek! Loco wasn't happy. I've had to explain to him about Ireland when he texted me one day. He is now at the top of Loco's list of worries seeing as we only stopped seeing each other when he moved back to Ireland and if he hadn't we might still be seeing each other blah blah blah... All true, but the fact is, he doesn't still live here and now I'm with Loco. And I love Loco and wouldn't want to spoil that by being a bad girl.

Anyway, I ignored his text - I didn't know what to say! Then a couple of days later I got another saying that he has now booked his flights for him and his bird to come over.. Well then. That sort of placated Loco and it means that I should be able to see Ireland now without too many problems.

Until - Ireland calls me to say he is in fact coming over before he comes over with his bird, for a weekend with his work colleagues. Eek.

Now what do I do....

2006 - A summary

A little late, but then you know what they say, better late than never!

Highlight: Meeting Loco. Kaiser Chiefs Concert. Ski Weekend!

Lowlight: January was definitely a low for me in Barcelona, so many friends had moved on and I felt very sad.

Holidays: Nothing worthy of mention. Stayed in Spain - visited Andalucia, Valencia and other bits of Cataluña

Number: 8

Boyfriends: 1 - Loco :)

Flings: 2

One Nighters: 5 - very hussy like. bad me.

New friends: One or Two but not as many as I would like

Jobs: Same one as ever

New skills: A little belly dancing

Another year in Barcelona...

Fashions

The infamously low Spanish wages mean that living here I cannot treat myself to as many nice new clothes, shoes and bags as I feel I deserve. However, I decided to allow myself some new things as I have practically worn out my current selection of clothes and am in desperate need of some new togs.

Sod's law means that the one time I wish to purchase something, I cannot find anything! So instead of a nice new coat, some jumpers, a pair of boots and perhaps some jeans I come away with absolutely buggar all.

This makes me mad.

Is it perhaps because there is a shortage of clothing in Barcelona? No, there is no such shortage. Why then is it that a girl who wants to shop and has her credit card at the ready purchases nothing, nada, zip??

Well the reason is simply that I just hated and despised everything I saw in the shops. This season's clothes actually offend my eyes. I can only sum up as sparkly, shiny legging shorts. Aggh! bleugh! Take them away!

Leggings?? One word - WHY?
Shorts?? IT'S WINTER!
Shiny pink puffa jackets? - words fail me

As I walk around the shops, loco in tow, muttering away to myself "no. no. no. no. repulsive. no. mmmaybe but no... fashion these days.. grr ." a little thought passes through my head.. i push it away.. and it comes back..

I seem to vaguely remember my grandmother saying the exact same thing not so long ago. Waaaa! Another sign of my getting old! I don't even like fashion anymore. Even Loco remarked that all of the things I looked at were for old ladies :(

However, I did see one coat I liked, one coat I fell in love with, but with a price tag of 378 Euros it may just have to stay in my dreams..

2007 - My first post

Happy New Year!

I am back from the festive break and back to work, boo!

To be honest, I could have posted all through the holidays, sitting around at home with nothing to do but eat, drink and be merry but I was just extrodinarily lazy.

So to sum up my holidays:

Traditional Christmas Eve Night of Boozing: Poor - so hung over from 2 nights before was unable to face alcohol. Best friend has allergic reaction to lipgloss.. also unable to drink. Most people had gone out on Saturday so places were very quiet and boring. Traditional nightclub that produces fake snow was even more full of chavs than usual. My favourite kebab server at my favourite kebab place has upped sticks and moved to London. Home at 1:30

Presents from Santa: Good. Many and varied. My favourite being a zip up top which I bought for my brother but it didn't fit him so I kept it for myself.

Visit to UK by Loco: Good. He behaved well, I took him to London, we posed for photos in front of Buckingham Palace, Big Ben etc etc Also indulged in english beer, fish and chips, cold trukey and stuffing.

New Year: Fair to Middling- stayed in home town -bad. Went to club that played a whole array of music from 60's to rnb and indie - good. Friend who I went with has been recently chucked by her bloke, so depressed and upon seeing ex-bloke's best mate wanted to leave - bad.

New Year's Day - BAD. Went for breakfast with ex and old friends. Have only seen ex once since we broke up 3/4 years ago. Was bad idea.. all old feelings of rejection and hurt came back. Return to Barcelona - Good. Loco's parents came to pick me up from airport as he was away. Am fed and watered and pampered like any little princess should be.

Reyes - V. good (in Spain the three kings bring your presents on 6th January not F. Xmas) I went to see the parade, managed to catch some flying sweets, ate nice food. Nice presents from Loco's family. Loco could do better on present buying front - must train him. Played on Singstar and Buzz all weekend.