Florence

Had Friday off of work because I was off on a mini break with lado. He works for Thomson directories selling advertising space and his team won team of the year so all his team and their partners were awarded an all expenses paid trip to Florence.

We got up at 4.30 am to drive to Liverpool as the flight was at 9 ish. I made a throw away comment on the way down that Matt was driving rather fast (he was) and he went off his head at me. Screaming and shouting like a banshee. I’m fucking sick of him yelling at me to be honest. Anyway… He apologised and said it was cos he was tired. WHATEVER! So I decided the best way to show him I was upset over how he’d spoken to me was to just go quiet on him. Not my usual style at all, I usually argue back. It worked anyway and he said he felt stupid. Probably cos we were meeting all of his work mates and their partners and he wanted me to be on top form, not with a face on. I would never be that much of a nob head so when I met everyone, it was kisses and smiles all round.

To be honest, they all seemed like a sound bunch of people and I knew straight away it was going to be a top holiday. I would hate for them to think ‘look at Matt’s bird, she’s a right miserable bitch’. I always get quite nervous about meeting people for the first time (unless I’m pissed) but I knew they were going to be sound.

Boarded the flight and set off for Florence. The flight wasn’t too long, about 2 hrs I think. I have no concept of time what so ever! We flew to Pisa and the plan was to catch a train to Florence.

It’s such an amazing city, apart from the old man that blatantly did a shit in the street and wiped him bum. Matt’s work mate Kath shouted it out and lo and behold, there was the dirty bleeder in full view with his arse out at the taxi rank.

Apart from him, the Italians are so stylish and fit! Felt a bit scruffy in my special airport shell suit, bum bag and white hi tec trainers.

The hotel was mint; it was all marble and chandeliers. Checked in and headed off for the boozers.

The buildings are amazing. Some were built in 1300’s. The city is so ancient and impressive. Like nothing I’ve seen before. Don’t mean to sound like a geek or anything, but it’s really spectacular. I’d recommend anyone to go.
Then got pissed. More pissed than I have ever been before. Probably was the most pissed person in Florence. Matt had to carry me don’t remember much. Had a good time though.

We slept through breakfast at the hotel. Instead, I got Matt to have a look through cupboards for a kettle so I could have a brew. Discovered the mini bar! Couldn’t believe we didn’t find it last night when we got back! Pah! Thing is, felt so rough, settled for a diet coke and bottle of water instead.

Matt dragged me round Florence, me puking in every outdoor café we popped in at. Very classy! He bought me a fake Gucci bag which is a scarily good copy. Mooched more, back to hotel for sleep.

Matt’s boss offered to pay for dinner Saturday night. Got dressed up and went and met the crew at the hotel bar. Made friends with ginger haired girl called Sarah and hung out with new mate Charlotte who is Adams girlfriend. We were best mates the night before when I was so drunk I went blind.

The meal was fab. All booze paid for too. It came to £450.00! Fuck me! Boss didn’t bat an eyelid. Matt will not go home ever! I do love that about him though. Not this night though. I was so tired and still hung-over. We ended up on bender again with Adam and new mate Charlotte and everyone else went home to bed.

Got up at 6.15! What the fuck is all that about???!! Packed, showered, down for breakfast. I got bollocked by the restaurant manager for putting croissants in his automatic toasting machine. Didn’t think him or the other diners appreciated block smoke from burning croissant. Especially when I just walked off. Nearly pissed myself with laughter when I saw Adam heading over to the machine with toast and with a slice of cheese to melt it in the machine! Molten cheese was everywhere! The man went mental!

Got the train back to Pisa, checked in at airport. Matt kindly bought me 400 Marlborough lights and some Prada perfume. He’s the best! I love him so much. Boarded the flight and had a disco kip until we landed back in Liverpool at 1 pm.

Drove back to Leeds and got into bed! Matt went to the local to watch the Man City game. I had the most vivid and terrible nightmare though about his ex and him cheating on me etc. It was so awful. I woke up sweating and panicking. Rang him straight away, he drove back from the pub to pick me up so I could have a beer with him and sort myself out! What a twat I am! As I had just rolled out of bed I had that new born hamster look about me.

Had a couple of pints, got home for Chinese take away and x factor omnibus on ITV 2. ACE!!!