So apparently time flies when you’re having (or not having) fun! I promise that I had started typing up a post back in August but I managed to get side-tracked (by absolutely bugger all) and failed to post it! Before you think it, I’m useless I know I am!

So in the non-posted August blog I’d typed the following opening paragraph…..Well I’m actually rather impressed with myself (and it takes a lot to impress me!) I went to the gym Monday, Tuesday, Thursday & Friday and then I did my third Body Combat class Saturday morning.  The Thursday, Friday and Saturday visits I’m particularly chuffed with as I joined Charlotte for her PT session Tuesday evening (I’ve moaned soooo much that Phil has run off to Mexico and I won’t see him until the 5th September!) and Sammy completely broke my legs (I sense he took great pleasure from this, calling me a Princess due to my bitchy moaning and defeatist attitude – He’s even invited me to join them for this weeks sesh, he’s a glutton for punishment!) I’d then written this…..My gym visits certainly play an integral part towards Mission Love Me; however I know I have many other demons I need to address to graduate with flying colours.  Last Thursday Charlotte was my shrink for the evening, she told me things I already knew (just choose not to acknowledge) she also shed some light on my non-existent love life.  I have always (well perhaps not always, I’m certain when I was around three years old I didn’t) hated myself.  I never think I’m good enough, hence I will always go above and beyond to please others in what ever way I can with the aim to be accepted and loved.  This self-loathing has stemmed from various obstacles throughout my 33 years – being bullied at school, Dad having an affair, breakdown of friendships etc. team this with me being a complete and utter emotional idiot and I’m paving the way for me to completely sabotage my love life and subsequently my happiness.  How depressing is that?!?  So basically the jist of my little therapy session is that my love life sucks because I choose people that I know can’t be with me or who I know will at some point reject me as this confirms my beliefs that I’m not good enough.  When someone tells you this, actually says it out loud, its just the saddest, depressing thing.

I think its safe to say I was still feeling rather mopey and sorry for myself after events with SKoA and a few other things when I was typing last. Hence I desperately tried to channel my hurt and upset into my gym workouts to push myself that little bit more which did help; along with hoping that SKoA’s black halo slips and chokes him at some point, this too has massively helped.

My gym visits had been up and I was feeling heaps better and then on the weekend of Silverstone (Ooh i’ll write a bit about the MotoGP weekend in a bit) my ear felt a bit odd. Over the course of the weekend the odd feeling turned into an ache combined with an annoyingly loud ringing in my ear. I went to the doctors on the Monday and was told that all looked relatively fine, there was a little redness so I was given a spray to use but was told the ringing should clear. Well it didn’t! In fact it got worse. I honestly wanted to go all Van Gogh and cut my left ear off, the ringing was intolerable. So the following Monday I went back to the doctors and saw my GP this time who looked in my ear, pulled a face of disgust and told me my ear looked bloody awful and I had a perforated eardrum! Thankfully 3 weeks on following a course of antibiotics my eardrum is healing and the ringing and buzzing has stopped; I have however had a poxy cold – I think I may have picked up a lurgey on the flight home from Florence (oh yes you have read that correctly – Florence!)

So Silverstone and Round 12 of the MotoGP was a fabulous weekend. It started on the Thursday (which if I’m honest was the best day of the four) with Day of Champions. We arrived just before 10am, contended with a rude carpark marshal before heading into the track. We had a little look around the stores and then got in line ready for our Paddock Pass visit. Now I was on a bit of a mission ( / stalk) and I basically was on the look out for Jorge Lorenzo and Dani Pedrosa as it was their autographs I’d been hoping to get after missing out on getting them a few years ago. We walked past Rhys Edwards (former Communications & Marketing Manager for Honda Racing Corporation) saw Monster Energy and Crutchlow’s bestie Jake walking alongside Lucy and baby Willow…..so we were getting close, I could smell the leathers haha. Mum and I weaved our way through the crowds until we found Jorge’s motorhome and then we waited……..and waited……..We saw Artur Vilalta, Lorenzo’s Communication Manager and Marc Rovira Jordana his personal trainer come in and out of the trailer…….then we saw his team manager Wilco Zeelenberg……it was just a matter of time and the hour or so of patiently waiting paid off! Not only did Jorge sign my photo, is was an absolute dream and let me take a picture with him (which he may have regretted when I was faffing around telling him to ‘hold on, one minute’ whilst I flipped the camera screen) I’m completely in love, he was so friendly, the perfect gentlemen – Swoon. With aching feet, sunburn and little time left in the paddock I’d pretty much ruled out seeing or meeting any of the other riders…..but with around 20 minutes left on the clock we walked past Repsol Honda hospitality and saw a few people going in and out that who I recognised so had a really good feeling that Dani was inside, and sure enough he was! Yay!! Now Dani doesn’t like crowds of people, so when other people started flocking around him I began to lose hope that he’d sign my photo, but with a little smile and a ‘please can you sign this for me Dani’ he took my sharpie and photo and signed it before zipping off on his scooter. BEST DAY!!! Race weekends are long and tiring we spent the day there Friday for free practice, opted for a day shopping in Milton Keynes on Saturday as it was pouring with rain and then back there at 7am Sunday morning for race day! Dad came Sunday morning so me and Mum met him at the track. Good races, some unexpected results but all in all it was a fantastic and memorable weekend.

Jorge & Me

One of the many photos I’ve taken of Pedrosa signed by Dani himself – Eek

Hmmmm what else have I been up to? Oh yes, Sunday before last my sister and I drove to Gatwick, for a tour of the South Terminal and a flight to Pisa! Yes! We actually boarded an aeroplane this time and we only blimin’ well made it all the way to Italy!! Yip to the Pee!!!  We hadn’t got excited or got our hopes up just in case the trip didn’t happen, but thankfully it was all relatively plain sailing!  Our EasyJet flight departed on time and we arrived in Pisa around 17:30, we purchased our bus ticket and waited for the next one to arrive to take us into Florence.  The bus was a little late leaving which was a little annoying, however we were in Italy, which was more than we achieved in June so we didn’t let it bother us too much.  The bus dropped us off at the train station so there were lots of people milling around and the queue for the taxi was pretty long so we opted to walk our hotel, it was only 30 minutes away, although perhaps walking with suitcases on cobbled streets at around 8pm wasn’t the best idea (I just wanted to get to the hotel as soon as poss and we did get to see some of the gorgeous city all lit up)  We checked-in at Hotel Home, freshened up a little and then went out for dinner.  Let me tell you Italians don’t do small portions and they also offer like 12 courses (perhaps not 12, but there’s lots!)  After eating lots (too much) food we walked back to the hotel and settled down for some much needed sleep to prepare us for the delights Florence had to offer Monday morning.  Waking up fresh from a good nights sleep we started our day with breakfast at the hotel and then walked along the Arno down towards The Ponte Vecchio.  We crossed over the bridge looking in the windows of all the jewellery shops homed there and continued wandering through the cobbled streets and back across the river until we arrived at the spectacular Piazza Del Duomo.  Honestly the pictures (and I took lots) don’t do the cathedral justice, it’s magnificent renaissance dome, the octagonal baptistery, the white marble teamed with the green Prato marble; it’s just completely stunning.

After our afternoon mooching around and taking everything in, my sister set out to find us a restaurant to go to for dinner.  The restaurant she chose was called 50 Sfumature di Gusto (50 Shades of Taste) with it’s very own ‘red room’.  Sounds ummm intimate right haha, but it honestly wasn’t seedy and the food was amazing!  We both highly recommend it, oh and the melon liquour, forget limoncello it’s all about the meloncello – delicious!  Following our scrummy dinner (and three free shots of meloncello) we walked back to the hotel and asked for access to the private rooftop terrace.  We took the lift to the top floor and walked through door 1000 and made our way up to see Florence glowing in a moonlit sky.  The rest of our time spent in Florence consisted of lots of walking and eating!  Tuesday we started off by walking up to the Piazzale Michelangelo for views across the city and the surrounding Tuscan countryside, then in the afternoon we made our way back to the duomo and we climbed Giotto’s Campanile aka bell tower (or death tower as we like to call it – the narrow 1330’s stone stairs are terrifying) for yet more spectacular views of this dreamy city.  Our four days in Florence came to an end and on Thursday afternoon we caught the train to Pisa for our final stop before the homeward journey.

The train was a little eventful – you have to get your tickets validated which although my sister has mentioned as she’d visited Rome last year we failed to see the machine to do it.  Luckily the train was delayed a little so I dashed off and ran the length of the platform to get the tickets stamped -Such a blimin’ faff!  We arrived in Pisa around 17:00 checked-in at our quaint bed and breakfast, showered and changed and went out for our last Italian meal.  Again my sister chose the restaurant based on online reviews and found Il Peperoncino.  It was fab -the owner was very welcoming and funny (the map had taken us to the rear of the restaurant and all he kept saying to us was “Why you two gorgeous girls coming to my back entrance – I’ve got a lovely terrace at the front, why you come in this way?!” He had us in stitches.  Again we were not disappointed with the food (I of course struggled with the portion sizes as I had all week, an issue my sister didn’t have!) we walked out the front of the restaurant (we didn’t want any more grief) and wandered down in the direction of the leaning tower.  I can assure you that its definitely wonky and it wasn’t due to the Peroni I’d had at dinner; it was just as wonky Friday in daylight!  The tower is rather impressive, and we were both surprised with its location.  The leaning tower is right next to Pisa’s Duomo and is in fact it’s bell tower – Who knew that?!?  We mingled around with all the other tourists and did a stop of shopping, had our last giant pizza lunch before heading back to the B&B to collect our suitcases and take our taxi back to the airport.

So our Italian vacation was a success as was my weekend at Silverstone.  Gym visits have gone from one extreme to the other (due to stupid holes in eardrum and cold!) I really need to get back on track now I’m back and almost feeling 100%.

I had a fun day today at Friendsfest but given I’ve typed up an essay already I’ll tell you all about that next time.  Oh and I’m starting Spanish lessons Tuesday evening so I’ll fill you on them too!

Thanks for reading – Sorry it’s sooooo long and it’s taken me an age to post!

L x