Dvd's, eating, drinking and exercise
Friday evening, was trying to look seductive for when boy turned up for DVD night, made a real effort by not being in p.j's at 7pm.........he arrived bang on time, just as i was clearing up cat sick and trying to stop a wasp stinging Maisie..............oh hecky thump!
Well, these things happen! none of the above seemed to put him off as he suggests a quickie while the pasta is cooking........how very dare you! had a nice tea, ate kettle chips and posh M&S mini bites all night, he had 4 pints of water, i waded my way through several glasses of wine as i am an old lush, all of this during 1st DVD, Final destination 3 (v.good) and 2nd DVD The Constant Gardener (bag o' wank).
Bedfordshire 1.30am after the Mitchell brothers.........the real story (seen on some crap sky channel, when nothing good is on 1-5 as every normal person is in bed, apart from those too pissed to see straight, told you..........lush).
Saturday, awoke wishing i had drunk water like athlete boyfriend, My boss had tried to April fool me by setting my phone alarm for 5am (he's sooo funny), little does he know i always put phone an silent at night!, dragged myself to the baths, cursing every other fucker on the road, took off clobber and put on full length bathing suit, jigging about 1/2 naked swearing profusely as my blinking locker band wouldn't work, got dressed again, went back up to reception tutted in council workers face, while she swapped band and told me i should have called a member of pool side staff to help! back to changing rooms, undress again, sprint to pool, stare aghast at 1 million kids.
Swapped from lengths to widths to avoid said rugrats, then clocked a girl from school, Joanna Battle (she used to bully me and i fucking hated her ever since the day she punched me in the stomach during netball), she was sat in the spectators seats watching her loving husband swim with her 2 beautiful daughters............cunt!, felt sick with jealousy for a brief moment, then thought.......... Yeah but she wasn't sat on her 27yr old boyfriends cock last night, smiled smugly and carried on my doggie paddle!
Home at 3pm, cooked a lovely brunch, watched Kill Bill on DVD after my shower, then Ruthrack came up in her new car, bless!
Her and Mark stayed 1/2 hr, then i got a wriggle on, got ready and Spug picked me up in a cab at 8pm.........had a very random night, had 2 drinks in spoons, Andy was on the wobble with the 3rd team and judging by the "love you" txt messages he was already on his way, Spoons was the usual cattle market, so we sat in the snug in the commercial, Nic, Carl, JP, Clare, Katie, Chris and Caroline were in there, had a brief chat with them, but only had one in there as Ruth was too warm........so we moved to the Wickham pool room and played tunes on the jukebox, had 2 more pints and Spug treat us to crisps!
Then calamity, it shut............we had to schlep back to spoons, found a table, plonked, realised it was midnight and nice boyfriend was still 1/2 way down the wobble with 20 other rugga buggas, found his whereabouts, said my goodbyes to fellow drinkers and trailed round to the Rose and Crown, to absolute carnage................like i said 21 rugby players, blue shirts, red ties, pissed as farts on pint number 13......told Matt Womersley Katie had come clean to Grant, think he did a little frightened wee and took himself off home, most people dispersed, 10 or so got in cabs at 1am to the Xclusive in Batley, i bought AP another beer and we sat in the corner while he acted like a drunken maudling loved up fool.................cab home and put him to bed at 1.30am.
Some Sunday morning loving, i got up and sat outside with a coffee as it was a sunny day, well until the heavens opened! ran inside and rung dressing gown out, let cats in, then went up to wake Andy and tell him i'd arranged to meet for Sunday lunch and did he want to come, he let out a little strangled "will you give me a lift home, then i can get a shower?" doh! drove him home in my pyjamas, put a wash on, made the bed, then picked him up at 2pm, had a brief chat wi 'in-laws, met Ruth, Mark, Spug and Riley in the Commercial where the Sunday lunches are meant to be outstanding, what a bloody let down, the best bit about the meal was the pint of coke i'd had before hand! the meat and veg were ok, but the mash was really lumpy and i think 2 out of 6 of us finished our desserts, i sampled, mine, Spug's and Andy's and they were all poor!
Took little AP home, got in at 3.30pm, did my roots, more washing..........rugs, trainers, anything i could lay my hands on!, stripped spare bed, vacced, dusted, watched Fridays Eastenders, had a shower, cleaned stair carpet using rubber gloves (magnet for cat hair) then after tea, moved some furniture round then put it back again, settled down with vino, magazine and Charlie's Angels on channel 5, Sam phoned at 10.30pm.........i finished me wine and retired at half 12.
So had a lovely weekend all in all, best make the most of it, only one more left before Amsterdam, still drowning is one of the nicest ways to die, so Andy told us yesterday...........the buffoon!
Well, these things happen! none of the above seemed to put him off as he suggests a quickie while the pasta is cooking........how very dare you! had a nice tea, ate kettle chips and posh M&S mini bites all night, he had 4 pints of water, i waded my way through several glasses of wine as i am an old lush, all of this during 1st DVD, Final destination 3 (v.good) and 2nd DVD The Constant Gardener (bag o' wank).
Bedfordshire 1.30am after the Mitchell brothers.........the real story (seen on some crap sky channel, when nothing good is on 1-5 as every normal person is in bed, apart from those too pissed to see straight, told you..........lush).
Saturday, awoke wishing i had drunk water like athlete boyfriend, My boss had tried to April fool me by setting my phone alarm for 5am (he's sooo funny), little does he know i always put phone an silent at night!, dragged myself to the baths, cursing every other fucker on the road, took off clobber and put on full length bathing suit, jigging about 1/2 naked swearing profusely as my blinking locker band wouldn't work, got dressed again, went back up to reception tutted in council workers face, while she swapped band and told me i should have called a member of pool side staff to help! back to changing rooms, undress again, sprint to pool, stare aghast at 1 million kids.
Swapped from lengths to widths to avoid said rugrats, then clocked a girl from school, Joanna Battle (she used to bully me and i fucking hated her ever since the day she punched me in the stomach during netball), she was sat in the spectators seats watching her loving husband swim with her 2 beautiful daughters............cunt!, felt sick with jealousy for a brief moment, then thought.......... Yeah but she wasn't sat on her 27yr old boyfriends cock last night, smiled smugly and carried on my doggie paddle!
Home at 3pm, cooked a lovely brunch, watched Kill Bill on DVD after my shower, then Ruthrack came up in her new car, bless!
Her and Mark stayed 1/2 hr, then i got a wriggle on, got ready and Spug picked me up in a cab at 8pm.........had a very random night, had 2 drinks in spoons, Andy was on the wobble with the 3rd team and judging by the "love you" txt messages he was already on his way, Spoons was the usual cattle market, so we sat in the snug in the commercial, Nic, Carl, JP, Clare, Katie, Chris and Caroline were in there, had a brief chat with them, but only had one in there as Ruth was too warm........so we moved to the Wickham pool room and played tunes on the jukebox, had 2 more pints and Spug treat us to crisps!
Then calamity, it shut............we had to schlep back to spoons, found a table, plonked, realised it was midnight and nice boyfriend was still 1/2 way down the wobble with 20 other rugga buggas, found his whereabouts, said my goodbyes to fellow drinkers and trailed round to the Rose and Crown, to absolute carnage................like i said 21 rugby players, blue shirts, red ties, pissed as farts on pint number 13......told Matt Womersley Katie had come clean to Grant, think he did a little frightened wee and took himself off home, most people dispersed, 10 or so got in cabs at 1am to the Xclusive in Batley, i bought AP another beer and we sat in the corner while he acted like a drunken maudling loved up fool.................cab home and put him to bed at 1.30am.
Some Sunday morning loving, i got up and sat outside with a coffee as it was a sunny day, well until the heavens opened! ran inside and rung dressing gown out, let cats in, then went up to wake Andy and tell him i'd arranged to meet for Sunday lunch and did he want to come, he let out a little strangled "will you give me a lift home, then i can get a shower?" doh! drove him home in my pyjamas, put a wash on, made the bed, then picked him up at 2pm, had a brief chat wi 'in-laws, met Ruth, Mark, Spug and Riley in the Commercial where the Sunday lunches are meant to be outstanding, what a bloody let down, the best bit about the meal was the pint of coke i'd had before hand! the meat and veg were ok, but the mash was really lumpy and i think 2 out of 6 of us finished our desserts, i sampled, mine, Spug's and Andy's and they were all poor!
Took little AP home, got in at 3.30pm, did my roots, more washing..........rugs, trainers, anything i could lay my hands on!, stripped spare bed, vacced, dusted, watched Fridays Eastenders, had a shower, cleaned stair carpet using rubber gloves (magnet for cat hair) then after tea, moved some furniture round then put it back again, settled down with vino, magazine and Charlie's Angels on channel 5, Sam phoned at 10.30pm.........i finished me wine and retired at half 12.
So had a lovely weekend all in all, best make the most of it, only one more left before Amsterdam, still drowning is one of the nicest ways to die, so Andy told us yesterday...........the buffoon!
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