I am thawing out. Everything is wet, especially the dogs which, in turn, means all the floors are wet. The snow, outside, is starting to turn that mucky brown, as it does in the cities and on the roads. The park, though, was white and although there had been many people, it still retained it picture-postcard (or should I say, Christmas Card) look.
Dino loved it. Running through the now, jumping, playing, shoving his nose in it and coming up sneezing and coughing, or similar. Rufus, although OK with it, has the problem of ice balls forming under his feet and there was a heart-stopping moment on the way back.
We had come out of the park and started to cross the road, where there was no snow. The ice balls, although small, meant that he couldn’t walk properly. At one point he just stopped and lay down on the ground, head on the floor and wouldn’t move. For just a moment I wondered if this was it. I cleared his paws but he wasn’t moving. All limp and somewhat dejected. I picked him up and got him in a sitting position and rubbed his paws again. This time he was prepared to move but not entirely happy about it. Still we made it home and he seems OK. I spoke to F about it later and he said that, perhaps, it was time to take them out separately, which may be true although not entirely a pleasant thought.
Last night, having got home really late, about 8, because of the snow and the traffic, which was, at times, gridlocked in the centre of Milan, I had a shower and took them out, the snow falling thick and fast and then went up to F’s place as had been planned. F, in the end, didn’t go to his Christmas meals because of the snow.
I walked up the street, umbrella in one hand, trying to stop my bag falling off my shoulder, smoking a cigarette and then a text message came through. It was FfI who, not a genius with technology, didn’t seem to realise that, although my Skype account showed I was at home, I wasn’t actually there. So I texted back with gloved hands something that I hoped she would understand. She didn’t. Several more text messages came through. I ignored them since I wasn’t going to take my gloves off and texting was impossible if I didn’t. The place had that weird silence. The few cars that were braving the snow were muffled as they drove along the streets, the engines almost quiet and the only real sound was the sort of crunching, scrunching sound as their tyres fought to get a grip on the snow covered streets. It was magical and beautiful and, anyway, I was on my way to be with F.
I passed the cinema and thought, briefly, what a good night to go it would be. Especially to see A Christmas Carol, perhaps. There would be hardly anyone there and it would be nice to have the cinema almost to ourselves. And then, come out to this magical world. Another time, I thought.
By the time I had got to F’s place she had already sent him a message asking me to phone her. I texted her. Thinking about it as I write this, it was nice of her to be worried but she a) knew I was going to F’s place and b) knows (although she doesn’t seem to get it) that I leave my computer on 24/7 so sometimes it looks like I’m there when I’m not. I’m kinda glad she shows concern but, really, you’d think that by now she would understand.
When I got to F’s flat, this time, of course, I could let myself in. I placed the keys on the side and told him I had left them. He took them back but then gave me the real spare set and said I should have those. I smiled, inside. even if it’s only for a short while, it’s nice to have the trust in me and nice that these little things show that this relationship continues. Continues to grow and be stronger.
In the end we decided that, maybe, I shouldn’t go to work today. I set my alarm for slightly later than normal. I got up with alarm. The snow had stopped but it was deep and curling up with F seemed so much of a better idea, that’s what I did. We got up several hours later, went down and had breakfast and he went to his new flat whilst I went home to take the dogs out.
Before I took them out, I Skyped with Best Mate. She is planning to come over in January. Of course, it’s a crazy time to come here, especially if the weather is like this but I am so looking forward to it anyway and, more importantly than anything else, she gets to meet F.
And now, I go to La Rinascente. I need to get a flan ring to do Lemon Meringue Pie for Christmas Eve and look at the prices of 25-year-old Balsamic Vinegar for an old mate. On the way back, I shall stop at Esselunga and, hopefully pick up a Faraona (Guinea Fowl to us) which, even though F won’t eat Goose, he will eat. Don’t see much of a difference myself but whatever makes him happy. Our Christmas Day lunch will be Lasagne, Faraona with carrots and roast potatoes followed by the Milanese Christmas Cake – Panettone.
It will be lovely – and, mainly because we shall be together. Our first Christmas. And I hope the start of many, many more 
