Well peeps, still mortified, but I have calmed down slightly as it is fat face’s birthday today and I decided to send him a txt. I wrote: felicidades guapo como está tu cuello hoy? Which means happy birthday handsome, how is your neck today, which I thought is quite casual and since we haven’t spoken since the “incident” I didn’t think it was too full on. Anyway, almost straight away he txt me back saying: gracias! El cuello está mal aun. No me queda ropa con cuello alto. Nos vemos, besos. Which means: cheers, The neck is still really bad and I don’t have any clothes with a high collar on them. We will see each other, kisses. So because then he looked a bit of a desperado txting back straight away, I just txt him back saying, its possible I can squeeze you in on Thursday, its just that I have things to do, and then he never txt me back, so I didn’t get him begging like I thought I would. Ah well. We shall see on Thursday, although, still not sure I’m going to go as if I see him after Xmas then the whole incident will have been forgotten about and I won’t be embarrassed again! But at least he wasn’t horrible and he txt me back, so it’s something I suppose.

Going out fo tea tonight with Caroline and her housemate, my ouse mate isn’t going as she is still sleeping in a chair at the hospital. I also think that Luis is going to end up moving in with us you know as he is staying here on friday and I just don’t think he is going to ever leave, so bang goes any peace and quiet I was hoping for. Never mind I have only got 2 months left, well gutted about that, I just don’t think that Italy is going to be as good, although Simona told me that there is like an army base there and it is full of fit American soldiers so things could improve rapidly…

Random word of the day: taparrabo = loincloth