Well bloggers, what a busy time I have had. So busy in fact that it has taken me until now to update my blog. Yesterday was our work Christmas meal at [[LINK; Coombe Abbey, www.coombeabbey.com]] , which as you may remember caused me nothing but stress during the preparations, but I’m pleased to report it went swimmingly! The venue itself, a medieval monastery is beautiful, it’s the last word in luxury really… and badly haunted too, I wish I had remembered my haunted Coventry book to regale my lunch companions with, but I didn’t. So anyway, most people hadn’t been there before and were pleasantly surprised by the surroundings, it was all very posh and because there were almost 30 of us we were seated between 3 tables. I was slightly nervous as Peter was coming too and although I know that many of the people on my team knew about our relationship, I was also acutely aware that some didn’t… and may have strong views on it! Peter sat next to me and I was so happy he was there, but my nerves were not helped when my director took the seat opposite me! God could he have made me any more nervous? Peter reached for my hand a couple of times and each time I pulled away… each time I pulled away I felt unbelievable guilty, but I just couldn’t settle… in a way I was half relieved when Lorna (Peter’s colleague) made a couple of overt remarks that made our relationship clear… but still I wondered if my director knew and how I should act, it’s so difficult mixing business and pleasure! Once the meal had ended everyone scarpered, but Peter and I remained and had a few more drinks in the beautiful surroundings before catching up with the others in town. When we turned up at the Varsity I was so pleased that the team mates who were out all seemed to have known about us for as long as we have been together, God doesn’t news travel in offices. And so began our pub crawl… we went to a few bars and topped it off in the new nightclubs, Lava and Ignite. I was driving so unfortunately I couldn’t revel in the booze the way all the others could, and not least was my pain felt more than when Stoksie bought 2 bottles of champagne to celebrate the impending birth of his daughter! All I could allow myself was a couple of sips of the rose Piper Heidsick when really I wanted at least one whole glass… I can’t complain though! At this point there were probably about 10 of us out, mostly drunk (except for me of course) and having the time of our lives, we danced so much that by the time I stopped I was wrecked! I decided I simply had to get home at about 11.30pm. I had been out since 8.30am, I had been ill previously, I wasn’t drinking and would have to drive home all alone! I rounded up Peter and my boss who I was driving home also and we went… tired, with my makeup running and all in all looking a complete mess, but what a fab time we had!
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again it's my own work, but it's a photograph of the sunset in Blackpool... enjoy! Oooh, can't wait for my exhibition! 
