Board games, Batley and boredom
So i was set free from my desk at approximately 5pm on Friday, drove to Ruth and Marks and gave them a lift to mine.
Put tea in the oven then had a quick bath, while Ruth and Mark were glued to the Simpson's, we ate our tea and demolished a luxury box of M&S chocolate biscuits, as you do!
Tina, Beth, Spug, Dean and Rach arrived at 8pm, laden down with beer, wine and fags.......we all watched Eastenders (how good is it now Grant and Phil are back?)
Then got the Triv out, after 2 hours we'd only got 4 pieces of pie between us, Tina and i got no questions right, not because we're thick or anything!
Spug pointed out that we'd still be playing on Tuesday if we didn't give it up as a bad job, so we packed up at 11pm and got Scene it out, ooh it's a good game, we played 4 times, by this time we'd demolished a couple of crates of beer and 2 boxes of wine, i was mullered, Tina and Beth left 1st and the other followed suit at 3am, i was fucked, emptied bins, ashtrays, plumped cushions back up and took all glasses and empty can in kitchen, fell into bed at going up to 4................no good!
Saturday didn't rise till 2.30pm, oh me! what a state, gingerly crept downstairs, carpet needed some attention, lager stain and bits all over, also having 6 smokers in one room for 7 hours is not ideal, washed up, vacced, washed all rugs, filled bird feeders and managed to get some scrambled eggs on toast down me without gagging!
Decided to stay in that night in my p.j's get a Chinese, have a night OFF the beer and save some cash, 6.30pm I'm sat in the club with Katy F, Caroline and Warren (how the fuck did that happen?).....Spug was barmaid, Little AP, crept over and asked my permission to go to Batley wi lads, Caroline's chin was on the floor........hahhaaaaa!
Told him he was allowed to go, then he started getting really cheeky and saying your not going to hang up on me and not answer my calls tomorrow...................don't push your luck boyo!!
It was a funny old night, once the 20 or so Rugby lads got their cabs to Batley, the club was empty, apart from the sound of Donna Summer coming from the function room.
Deano stayed a bit, Warren and Caz stayed till they'd run out of money, 2/3rds of the Dublin posse sat and drank ourselves into oblivion, there were tears and laughter in equal measures.......Andy phoned at midnight absolutely rangooned and started being all soppy on the phone, bet he was blushing the next day!
We dropped a tearful Katy off at home waiting for her Man, Spug and i went to get pizza (Spug paid bless, note to self get Spug a bigger Xmas pressie than anyone else).
Dropped her off home, was stood in kitchen at 1am, jigging about as the need for a wee wasn't as strong as the lure of the Horncastle special pizza!
Sunday, woke at 4.30am.......layed awake tutting till 6.30am, dropped back off till 11am.........up and to Tesco in frantic rush as Steven wanted to borrow my car, stripped both beds, washed 2 loads of clothes, all bedding, 1 load of towels and fucking handwash kashmir cardigan.
Andy phoned, v.hungover, he said he wasn't up for doing much, told him i was in my pyjamas and wasn't shifting.........agreed we'd see eachother tomorrow!
Realised at 3pm, that the clocks had gone back, i'm such a knob head!
Put clean bedding on both beds, had some sausage, beans and toast, ligged on the sofa watching the sound of music.................."the hills are alive".
Tried to nap, to no avail, ate warmed up pizza, sighed for a while, nodded gladly at tidy clean bedrooms, tutted some more, tried to teach Meg backflips, the Matty phoned at 8pm HURRAH!
As always, it was a quick chat, at 10.20pm got at Txt from Whitter saying "who you gassing to?"
So we signed off at 10.40pm, both excited about Saturdays wedding and agreeing we have parallel lives.
Phoned Sam who phoned me back after she'd bathed, chatted for 20 mins, getting an East coast update, plus decorating glam bedroom is all now finished!
Steven returned my car at 11.10pm, he came in for a cup of tea and a chat, 8 days to Oz tic tic tic, slung him out at midnight, knock at the door, i've forgotton my van keys at home! Knobhead number 2, gave him my car keys back and heard him post them through the door at 12.30.
Monday morning again, am fooked, David back from Mexico and is running me ragged with mad errands.
I want to be at home, under the duvet watching a DVD with my nice boyfriend..........working is NO GOOD!
Put tea in the oven then had a quick bath, while Ruth and Mark were glued to the Simpson's, we ate our tea and demolished a luxury box of M&S chocolate biscuits, as you do!
Tina, Beth, Spug, Dean and Rach arrived at 8pm, laden down with beer, wine and fags.......we all watched Eastenders (how good is it now Grant and Phil are back?)
Then got the Triv out, after 2 hours we'd only got 4 pieces of pie between us, Tina and i got no questions right, not because we're thick or anything!
Spug pointed out that we'd still be playing on Tuesday if we didn't give it up as a bad job, so we packed up at 11pm and got Scene it out, ooh it's a good game, we played 4 times, by this time we'd demolished a couple of crates of beer and 2 boxes of wine, i was mullered, Tina and Beth left 1st and the other followed suit at 3am, i was fucked, emptied bins, ashtrays, plumped cushions back up and took all glasses and empty can in kitchen, fell into bed at going up to 4................no good!
Saturday didn't rise till 2.30pm, oh me! what a state, gingerly crept downstairs, carpet needed some attention, lager stain and bits all over, also having 6 smokers in one room for 7 hours is not ideal, washed up, vacced, washed all rugs, filled bird feeders and managed to get some scrambled eggs on toast down me without gagging!
Decided to stay in that night in my p.j's get a Chinese, have a night OFF the beer and save some cash, 6.30pm I'm sat in the club with Katy F, Caroline and Warren (how the fuck did that happen?).....Spug was barmaid, Little AP, crept over and asked my permission to go to Batley wi lads, Caroline's chin was on the floor........hahhaaaaa!
Told him he was allowed to go, then he started getting really cheeky and saying your not going to hang up on me and not answer my calls tomorrow...................don't push your luck boyo!!
It was a funny old night, once the 20 or so Rugby lads got their cabs to Batley, the club was empty, apart from the sound of Donna Summer coming from the function room.
Deano stayed a bit, Warren and Caz stayed till they'd run out of money, 2/3rds of the Dublin posse sat and drank ourselves into oblivion, there were tears and laughter in equal measures.......Andy phoned at midnight absolutely rangooned and started being all soppy on the phone, bet he was blushing the next day!
We dropped a tearful Katy off at home waiting for her Man, Spug and i went to get pizza (Spug paid bless, note to self get Spug a bigger Xmas pressie than anyone else).
Dropped her off home, was stood in kitchen at 1am, jigging about as the need for a wee wasn't as strong as the lure of the Horncastle special pizza!
Sunday, woke at 4.30am.......layed awake tutting till 6.30am, dropped back off till 11am.........up and to Tesco in frantic rush as Steven wanted to borrow my car, stripped both beds, washed 2 loads of clothes, all bedding, 1 load of towels and fucking handwash kashmir cardigan.
Andy phoned, v.hungover, he said he wasn't up for doing much, told him i was in my pyjamas and wasn't shifting.........agreed we'd see eachother tomorrow!
Realised at 3pm, that the clocks had gone back, i'm such a knob head!
Put clean bedding on both beds, had some sausage, beans and toast, ligged on the sofa watching the sound of music.................."the hills are alive".
Tried to nap, to no avail, ate warmed up pizza, sighed for a while, nodded gladly at tidy clean bedrooms, tutted some more, tried to teach Meg backflips, the Matty phoned at 8pm HURRAH!
As always, it was a quick chat, at 10.20pm got at Txt from Whitter saying "who you gassing to?"
So we signed off at 10.40pm, both excited about Saturdays wedding and agreeing we have parallel lives.
Phoned Sam who phoned me back after she'd bathed, chatted for 20 mins, getting an East coast update, plus decorating glam bedroom is all now finished!
Steven returned my car at 11.10pm, he came in for a cup of tea and a chat, 8 days to Oz tic tic tic, slung him out at midnight, knock at the door, i've forgotton my van keys at home! Knobhead number 2, gave him my car keys back and heard him post them through the door at 12.30.
Monday morning again, am fooked, David back from Mexico and is running me ragged with mad errands.
I want to be at home, under the duvet watching a DVD with my nice boyfriend..........working is NO GOOD!
posted by Karen @ 12:49 PM
1 Comments:
At 4:24 PM,
Matt said…
Oy Horner NO!
2 things -
1 - Don't get Spug a bigger pressie than me, you said I was one of your bestest mates so I have to have a bigger present - in fact I want Windsor Castle!
2 - Grant and Phil add nothing to Eastenders! They are trying really hard to be some comedy double act (oh we can't run like we used to, mum - are you sure we're brothers) which works as well as making dinner plates out of shite. Phil is bullying Ian (wow - huge storyline development) and its all crap and rubbish.
CORONATION STREET FOREVER!!!
Ooh, its the wedding tonight.
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