DM on his travels came to spend the weekend with me.

No funny business, before you ask.

Yeah, it was a fab weekend. Surprisingly there was no awkwardness whatsoever.

He got here on Saturday arvo, and came back to the flat and dumped his pack etc and we had a big long chat, mainly about home.

Then we went for dinner at an italian place where the waiters were all incredibly rude (but food good).

Then I took him to the City Cafe, which is a funky bar where some of Trainspotting was filmed. We got somewhat drunk and met some strange Irish folk.

DM couldnt understand a word they were saying, which amused me some.

Mainly we talked about our individual plans for the future and music and stuff. It was a really ace night.

We went back to mine where he played me some of the new band stuff, which really impressed me. The new direction is fantastic!

Next day I showed him all the popular sights, the Castle, the grassmarket,St Giles. We sat in cafes and checked out CD stores.

That night we stayed in and ate chocolate and watched crap videos.

Monday I took him to Glasgow and showed him the sights there, had lunch and went to the Gallery of Modern Art. I showed him King Tut's so he could go to a gig there later that night.

Then I caught the bus back to Edinburgh.

Honestly, I must be the luckiest girl in the world, not only because I get to be close friends with my ex, but also because my G gave me the space to experience it.

Its funny, I guess you're all wondering about the physicality of the thing. But seriously there was none.

Even when Im out with male friends sometimes theres an absent minded linking of arms while walking, or when talking to a strange man in a bar theres the occaisional glance that lasts just that second too long. But Im proud to say that my conscience is totally clear about the whole weekend.

There were no long glances or absent minded linking of arms, or stolen looks while the others back was turned. At the same time, there was no forced "Now were just platonic" awkwardness.

It was all just normal.

Weird.

And G. That man is my hero. He left it alone all weekend.

Im not sure if I could do that in the same position. If G had an ex staying for the weekend my imagination would be in overdrive. Im so proud of him.

It all warms the cockles of my heart. Totally.