You might think you’ve come to the wrong place. You might think that i’m about to introduce a guest blogger. You’d be wrong. But there is something out of the ordinary going on here today, something different to the usual as i’m going to give you a weekend update; mainly because it was so bad it’s actually worth blogging about for once.

I think I’ve blogged before about how hopeless I am at births, marriages and deaths. Actually you should make that anything I need to think about, act upon, shop for, or turn up to. I’m far better at words than actions. I haven’t even managed to send off my divorce papers 2 years after they were signed. I fail every time. Including at Valentines Day. Yes, I even failed at Valentines Day.

I am officially hopeless.

But as usual I have an excuse. Multiple excuses:

a) I was honestly going to pop along to the posh shop on Saturday morning and buy him a card but instead I had accidentally ended up staying at the boy’s for the night.

b) I also didn’t expect him to offer to spend the day going shopping with me for a new handbag. I thought there might be football on, that I might get even a small half hour of opportunity to get a card.

c) I totally under estimated him  – I didn’t expect to receive a fancy card, a rose, strawberries and a chocolate lolly heart.

I didn’t even get him a card. Yes I know I am officially an awful girlfriend.

He then took me for lunch at Café Anduluz for my favourite food – tapas – and refused to let me pay; he bought sirloin steaks for dinner from the butcher; and then took me out to Bond No9 (Leith’s own champagne bar where I had a ‘Kara Blossom’) when I wasn’t hungry enough to have the steaks, just yet.

But to really top it all off, he put me in a taxi when I started to feel ill; made me a cup of hot water to help my poor tummy; helped me climb the stairs when I couldn’t walk anymore; listened to me be sick; put me to bed with a hot water bottle and kissed me on the head and told me he loved me despite the fact I was terribly ill. All the time.

And I didn’t get him a card.

Suggestions on how the hell I make this one up to him welcome…

Kx

Posted on Monday, February 16, 2009 · 8 Comments 

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