No news is good news

I said i'd blog later in the week when i'd cheered up.
I have cheered up marginally, but am not chipper due to the following happening.

Wednesday, while Andy was bowling i was washing place mats and bath sheets, setting up the new DVD player (on my own, how smug was i when it worked 1st time?), unboxing some posh serving platters on gold stands (i'd hoisted from work) washing them up and making room for them in the corner cupboard.

Also peeling one ton of winter veg for a good old fashioned Yorkshire stew and stewing the steak for 3 hrs, this is all after i'd had the hairs from my top lip and eyebrows ripped out with hot wax and my eyes dyed..........or something!

MJW phoned from Leatherhead, he'd received his birthday card with enclosed baby news, bless him, we chatted a while, he's very content and loving London life and his 10 minute walk to work.

So 9pm, i finally got my tea and ate it at the table, such glee! 10.30pm, i was in bed proper pooped, a women's work is never done.......ya di ya!

Thursday woke up in a belting mood........today is a good day... blah blah!
Got to work and vacced the entire offices, made colleagues hot beverages to stares of sheer happiness (she's back, gone is the hormonal grumpy witch we've been working with the last 8 weeks!), brushed my teeth after my cereal and out came 1/2 of my back tooth, fuckety fook, txt Chris and phoned his receptionist to make an appointment for Fri 13th..how apt!
Nipped out in my lunch hour, treat myself to some DVD's, then Clintons for M&D a Ruby wedding card and Mum a 60th card...blimey.
Called in Boots for loose powder and B&Q on the way back to the office for turps and blue paint.

The afternoon flew, was stuck on the M62 for an eternity, needed to get off at the showcase and call in Mother's for a wee, would never have made it home, happy families at the bungalow, Mother ignoring me as the weakest link was on.......nice, middle brother was there, i was having to be nice as he's buying my spare bed off me on Saturday, Dad in the bath and Steven pissed in bed.......stayed approx 4 mins and left hastily.
Home to baby Maisie with sticky green goo in the corner of her eyes, bathed them with cotton wool, then kept her in..........to her delight...not!

Took 10 ton bin to main road, full of crap from my cupboards, old DVD player etc.
Side all washing from spare room, put light under stew and had planned a nice relaxing evening for me and Andy as the last few nights he's been round, I've been in a strop or have set him on doing errands.
The last thing i want is him getting sick of me and running off with a black man.

So we're watching the end of Tuesday's film quite happy, he was telling me for the 2nd time about cheeky Bastard James turning up at the club on Wednesday night.
The phone rang and it was one of my oldest china's with horrible sad news, it's just puts everything in perspective, they say that everyone knows someone who is suffering from the big C, unfortunately that statistic is alarmingly correct.
We watched the rest of the film in glum silence, with Andy saying every now and again "that's not what you want to hear is it?".


Up to bed early, hoping today would be a better day.
Awoke to random texts.
Dean "has Andy purchased a suitable jumper now he's going to be a Father?".
Nic "what size t.shirt do i need for the hen night?"........fat with bump size.
Sarah "is the baby bump the size of a crown green bowl yet?".

What it is to be popular.

So it's the weekend, Friday night is pending.
My plans? dying my roots, howge pile of ironing, mile swim, dismantle spare bed, rid cupboards of more drek, give boyfriend blowjob, general ablutions, then R&M to dinner on Sunday.

How times are a changing!!!!