Last weekend G had an incredible fluke experience when he bet on a completely random horse in the Grand National and won £170. He went straight out and bought a bottle of champaigne and has tried to make me help him drink it all week, but Ive been feeling like a cold is coming on so didnt feel like it.

We drank it last night instead along with another bottle of wine which I went out and bought after because we didnt feel drunk enough. We were in a drinking mood.

Anyway, during the course of the tipsyness, G confessed to me that when we had "The talk" about me going home last November he didnt take me seriously. Its only now thats its dawning on him that Im actually leaving in 3 or so months and he feels that we need to discuss it seriously.

I said "I thought we were discussing it seriously the first time"

To which he replied, "I know, its my fault, I tend to block things out".

So we discussed it, he told me that I need to know that he will be coming back to Edinburgh after the months "Holiday" with me and that he want to regard that month as only that: "A holiday", with no pressure about checking the place out for possible future living.

I pretty much said "Suit yourself", knowing that whether he intends to just have a good time or not, he will be able to decide what he wants to do ultimately, probably pretty quickly.

We also discussed the massive commitment thing, about someone moving across the world to be with someone else and decided that it was too big for us now, but it might become clearer when he comes to visit. I reminded him that from my experience you will never know how you're gonna feel until you get there, so we could talk about it until we're blue in the face and it would make no difference.

After hassling him for weeks about what to tell his parents, the penny finally dropped for him and he realised that we're going to have to tell them pretty soon as it may be a shock. As I expected they do kinda think of me as a daughter in law already, and apparently after our holiday in Portugal the year before last G's mum was convinced I was coming home with "a special piece of jewelry", so this thing may be kinda upsetting for them.

We decided not to wreck lunch on Sunday by telling them then, G will probably tell them next week or something. I feel like Im betraying these people. That was the sad bit.

After we got that outta the way, I felt the need to endlessly rib G about his inability to go into a shop and purchase products of a contraceptive nature. Its funny that a man of his age would get embarrassed so easily, and frustrating as you can imagine.

I said "Ive taken responsibility for this long enough"

and then we both burst out laughing, weird sense of humour I guess.