My Apologies
Right i have read back on my weekends blog and i sound like a right miserable cunt!
I did actually have a very enjoyable weekend but came across as a moaning Minnie as i was minus a man.
That is not on, so i have cheered up 100% and am blogging happy news and thoughts today (nothing to do with the fact that he is home).
Seriously though, drinking and eating take-always for 4 days running is neither good for the body or mind.
It's just makes you feel like shit.
Yesterday, when routine is back in place........i consumed my Breakfast: Bran flakes and banana.
Lunch: Salad sandwich, crisps
Dinner: Lamb chops, jacket and veg.
You are what you eat, making me a sprout.
I'll stop warbling on like a born again Christian, we all know early nights, no liquor and sardines are the way forward.
But we all love a bit of cake, don't we? love a bit of cake washed down with 8 pints of strong cider and a few whiskey chasers!
Anyhow he's home, he turned up last night straight after his tea, looking like Robinson fooking Crusoe, he laid on the sofa....sticking to the strict " what happens on tour, stays on tour"...............NOT! squealing like a good un, but I've to tell noone the names of the guilty parties, the ones who barfed, were really ill, the ones who got in street brawls, the one who fell asleep on the back of the coach and missed a whole day in Venice and the one who ended up in the slam for a night or 2.
Off he toddled to his bed, after spewing constantly for the last 24hrs, leaving me to an evening of Lost double Whammy, HOW COOL? oh my god i can't get my breath!
Other news..i managed to locate a gas bottle and regulator yesterday, reight do, we're in business!
Called for a sunbed last night and am now being known as Kazza Patel.
Today I've taken back my new hosepipe for a refund as i found a sample in the back.
Might nip to the White rose at lunch, just coz.
This evening I'm having a quick pasta then going to see 16 blocks at the showcase with Steven.
Tomorrow chill-out, maybe another tanning session, then AP entertaining if he's not bowling.
Friday Andy wants to go to the McAlpine Stadium cinema for a change, we're off to see Confetti ....Chickflick.........ace!
Then Saturday is the party of the century in Scarcroft, where all the Jewish money men, their princess wives and every crook in LS17 will collate to stuff their faces with canapés and free Dom Perignon, me and the porritt will fit in just fine.
I did actually have a very enjoyable weekend but came across as a moaning Minnie as i was minus a man.
That is not on, so i have cheered up 100% and am blogging happy news and thoughts today (nothing to do with the fact that he is home).
Seriously though, drinking and eating take-always for 4 days running is neither good for the body or mind.
It's just makes you feel like shit.
Yesterday, when routine is back in place........i consumed my Breakfast: Bran flakes and banana.
Lunch: Salad sandwich, crisps
Dinner: Lamb chops, jacket and veg.
You are what you eat, making me a sprout.
I'll stop warbling on like a born again Christian, we all know early nights, no liquor and sardines are the way forward.
But we all love a bit of cake, don't we? love a bit of cake washed down with 8 pints of strong cider and a few whiskey chasers!
Anyhow he's home, he turned up last night straight after his tea, looking like Robinson fooking Crusoe, he laid on the sofa....sticking to the strict " what happens on tour, stays on tour"...............NOT! squealing like a good un, but I've to tell noone the names of the guilty parties, the ones who barfed, were really ill, the ones who got in street brawls, the one who fell asleep on the back of the coach and missed a whole day in Venice and the one who ended up in the slam for a night or 2.
Off he toddled to his bed, after spewing constantly for the last 24hrs, leaving me to an evening of Lost double Whammy, HOW COOL? oh my god i can't get my breath!
Other news..i managed to locate a gas bottle and regulator yesterday, reight do, we're in business!
Called for a sunbed last night and am now being known as Kazza Patel.
Today I've taken back my new hosepipe for a refund as i found a sample in the back.
Might nip to the White rose at lunch, just coz.
This evening I'm having a quick pasta then going to see 16 blocks at the showcase with Steven.
Tomorrow chill-out, maybe another tanning session, then AP entertaining if he's not bowling.
Friday Andy wants to go to the McAlpine Stadium cinema for a change, we're off to see Confetti ....Chickflick.........ace!
Then Saturday is the party of the century in Scarcroft, where all the Jewish money men, their princess wives and every crook in LS17 will collate to stuff their faces with canapés and free Dom Perignon, me and the porritt will fit in just fine.
posted by Karen @ 12:02 PM
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