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Sunday, December 10, 2006

Wherein Mike is unreasonable. Or is it me again?

On Friday Mike went to Coventry to stay at his friend's house. All I know about this is that he was texting me (affectionate) gibberish by one in the morning.

Naturally, on his return home, I thought Christmas shopping would be a good idea. I'd meet him in town off his train from Coventry, it was nice and early so we'd get home for lunch, and could have the rest of the day to work, right?

Wrong.

It took me two hours to get into town. My house is half an hour from the train station. And the train takes 15 minutes. The rest of then time, then, was spent standing at the train station wondering why every eleven year old now has a hoody, a pair of pink converses and an ipod.

I met Mike in new street and has to call him twice because I couldn't see him because THERE WERE A MILLION PEOPLE. I mean it. What are they all DOING? Just take a day off, for goodness' sake. I of course cannot take a day off because the law school would put a horse's head in my bed and chuck me off the course.

We tried to stay in the Bullring, really we did. But when I got mouthy at the 18th person to stop randomly in my path, or stare at the ceiling and bump into me, or run their pushchair over my feet, we escaped for lunch. We actually just exited the Bullring randomly through a side door because we couldn't cope.

So we went to the Mailbox for lunch. Yes, this is bad and expensive. But there were no people. We wandered around the canal and I told him we were going to live in a beautiful penthouse flat.



And we ate the best Thai green chicken curry ever. Seriously. It was so creamy (coconut milk isn't dairy, by the way). We also decided we liked the plates. Score one for future living together plans - we have the same taste in plates.



Unfortunately after I put the camera on close-up for this photo I forgot to take it off again. So The rest of the photos are defunct.

Anyway, we then went to the German market and I peered in at Law Firm to show Mike the poshness of where I'll work. However I did see some lawyers in there. On a Saturday. Yes.

Then we decided the shopping had actually better happen. Of course, Mike did his family in one fell swoop (because he has three people to buy for). Then he started to get agitated. Possibly because he hadn't been home yet and he did smell of alcohol. Oh yes. Firstly, when I insisted trying on a beautiful dress I neither needed nor planned to buy. But look at it:



So we finally ended up in Debenhams, when Mike's world imploded in on his. There was a constant stream of babies crying, and people spraying perfume, and my chatter of "should I get them a lamp?" "Or how about a painting?"

Eventually, he sat down on a beanbag with all our bags (ahem) and told me to go and find a present and buy it.

Unfortunately, I didn't do this. I instead found a duvet I thought was amusing.

"Right," Mike said, when I brought it to him. "You were supposed to get a present for someone, and instead you've come back with a SINGLE duvet cover with a DOG on it because it looks like a FOLDER YOU HAVE?"

He had a proper sulk, I'm telling you.

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by billygean.co.uk at 11:58 AM |