Dining out, bowling and feathering' nest.
Where the hell do weekends go?
In the olden days, when i used to lig in bed with hangover and sleep the weekends away, they seemed longer that they do now, i don't get it!
I spend my weekends racing round like a loon, cramming activities into every corner and they're over in a blink.
My usual running commentary of the last few days, goes a little something like this.
Thursday 23rd
As i said, on the way home Tesco's for essentials and a bottle of Talisker and Jack Daniels, Ap arrived at 7pm to help me unpack the shopping and take bin up, we spent the rest of the evening just ligging about unwinding and preparing for the weekend, bed quite early and was awake at 7.22am the next morning, once i'd stirred it was only fair to share my awake state...hahhhaaa! left him to have a lie-in till 10am......grrr!
Friday 24th
Was at work at 8.45am (this has never been known before), quite a pleasant day..nipped to White Rose in my dinner hour, David was out all afternoon and i ate too much lunch (mainly carrot cake) so had a nap at my desk around 3ish.
5pm before i knew it, yippee, i was outta here as fast as my little legs (carrying an extra 1 1/2 stone) would carry me, home for half past, sorted cats, quick wash and change, went for AP, Katy and Grant at 6.45pm and headed for the M621 and the bright lights of the LA bowl in......erm Holbeck. Funny as fook.........bowling, oh my god, you really are quite limited as to what you can do while expecting a baby!! it turned out quite a good laugh, i won the first game and Katy won the 2nd and the overall score (to say the boys weren't happy is an understatement), we were 15mins late for the table i'd booked at the Oracle, but neigh bother, more pints for them 3 and the food arrived after 40 mins, gourmet burgers, fries and cheesy garlic bread all round......it never touched the sides, a few after work revellers were dotted about, one woman had drunk so much champagne, she knocked a bar stool over and fell on top of it, much to my amusement.........eeh! i remember those days.
Home in the belting down rain, dropped them at home and we were in front of the fire, de-make-upped and in p.j's at 11pm :o) stayed up till midnight, then went to bed where i read magazines and Mr. Porrait watched Sky sports.
Saturday 25th
Awake and up and about at 8am.....wrong!! coffees in bed, to prolong getting up and braving the cold to go swimming, brrr! dropped Andy at his, he'd no rugby fixture, so was at a loss for the day, but i had a full agenda.
So swam my lengths (it was rammed, not happy), called at the car wash on the way home, got in and set too......bath, made full English, mixed some blue emulsion and painted filled in cracks (up ladders, quite safe!), made a chocolate trifle, sewed up p.j bottoms and combats (i'm like the hulk bursting out of my clothes) did 2 wash loads and put on airer, dusted living room, then had a 25min nap until Andy phoned followed by Sarah, got a wriggle on and was ready and out the door for 5.15pm.
To the Old corn mill, my my, it brought back memories.........had flash backs to 1989 when i worked there with Rachel Carr behind the bar, met JC.... and pondered on whether a place alone can change your destiny, also had fond memories of the night club downstairs where i used to frequent often with my Fountain buddies in 1993.
Anyhow, it is no longer a knocking shop/watering hole but has been transformed into an oldie worldy restaurant...Sarah had picked it for her birthday meal (good choice), 9 of us dined Matt, Sera, Janet, Tim, Jo, Sam, Harry, Moi and the birthday girl, we waded our way through 3 courses over 3 hours.......not a rush in us, was fit to burst after my prawn cocktail, steak and ale pie, mash and veg, and strawberry mousse, raspberry coulis and channel island cream thingy.......fooking hell i was pogged!!!
My phone was red hot, Andy, Matt and KF all phoned to find out what was happening later on in the evening.
It was 8.45pm, by the time we got to the Sportsclub, Katy was telling me about someone telling her to shut her dog up at the rugby, Matt was sat at the bar with all the ladies......well Spug, Tina, Beth, Hayley etc.hhhahhaaa! there was some kind of disco on, it was noisy and smokey, but we found some seats and i would have been quite happy plonked there for the night.
Phoned Andy to say we'd just arrived, he said he'd be 20mins as he was finishing his pint in the Commi, Matt said he wanted to go into town, so txt AP to say "stay where you are", Moi, Sera, Sarah and the 2 Matts got in the C4 and headed for town, the commercial... as AP, his Bro, the Wags etc were all in there........the 4 of us who'd eaten the 3 course meal were quite content slumped there, 3 of who'd had gone onto vodka and cokes as the lager wasn't going down.
Andy was funny, he'd had a few pints, (been home as he had a rash on his face and neck and was allergic to his new shirt??!!) and was on his soap box, the little tinker, telling anyone who'd listen, he was keeping his room open at home for when i booted him out, was going to call the baby George , couldn't wait to have a taste of breast milk, all the while laughing at his own jokes and mouthing "i'm only joking"....struth!!!
Matt was sad noone wanted to karaoke and nicked off early for a chinese, i had a really good night, chatting to John and Jacko, telling Andy off, laughing at them 3 getting pished on double vodkas at a fiver a shout, all the while random pissheads squeeling "Karen, how big is your bump now?"
Home at midnight, Andy made 2 ham sandwiches and swallowed them both whole washed down with a bag of cheese and onion crisps, guffawed loudly at re-takes of Only fools and horses on UK gold, then shuffled off to bed, put the cricket on and fell asleep at 1am, 30 seconds after retiring.
Mind you i was out for the count minutes after and i hadn't had a gallon of ale.
Sunday 26th
Lovely day, my favourite of the weekend, awake at 9.30am, Andy was rough, i was laughing, he shouted at Meg for jumping on him and spilling tea on the quilt...i wasn't laughing!
He got changed and we toddled to Tesco's for the Sunday papers and a nice piece of Brisket (how old?).
Back home, we took down the living room curtains to wash (nest feathering), i wouldn't like to think how long they've been hanging there, but they're now 3 shades lighter.
Hung them out on the line, ironed them for 1 1/2hrs and hung them back up.
Put the joint in and prepared all veg, cleaned kitchen, put new bedding on bed and washed the tea stained old stuff, lounged around, happy and snug.
3pm, we are like kings, roast beef, homemade roasties, yorkshires, mash, veg and pigs in blankets, it was by far the nicest Sunday roast i have ever cooked.
Footie for Andy, snooze for me, had a bath, dropped him home and went M&D visiting at 7pm, Mum was funny "ooh look at you waddling in, in your...oh pyjamas, i hope nobody saw you". Ruth and Mark turned up, Ruth sewing some pants on Marlo's machine, i stayed an hour or two until Dad came back from his walk and started talking rubbish, home just in time for IAC and Lost at 10pm, Suggy txt to ask about my progress! random boy......Jake and Kate have had a son, Joe, 5ld odd, Chris said it was a box child (i don't understand what this means). Bed at 11.30pm, read till after the midnight, was absolutely done in from all the odd jobs and eating i've done this weekend, but it's flown..........madness!
Still only 4 weeks left until the festive season, bring it on, i can't wait.....slobbing about at home, eating scrummy nosh in my favourite attire, none of that pushing and shoving in smokey bars and all that nonsense for me........no sirree!
In the olden days, when i used to lig in bed with hangover and sleep the weekends away, they seemed longer that they do now, i don't get it!
I spend my weekends racing round like a loon, cramming activities into every corner and they're over in a blink.
My usual running commentary of the last few days, goes a little something like this.
Thursday 23rd
As i said, on the way home Tesco's for essentials and a bottle of Talisker and Jack Daniels, Ap arrived at 7pm to help me unpack the shopping and take bin up, we spent the rest of the evening just ligging about unwinding and preparing for the weekend, bed quite early and was awake at 7.22am the next morning, once i'd stirred it was only fair to share my awake state...hahhhaaa! left him to have a lie-in till 10am......grrr!
Friday 24th
Was at work at 8.45am (this has never been known before), quite a pleasant day..nipped to White Rose in my dinner hour, David was out all afternoon and i ate too much lunch (mainly carrot cake) so had a nap at my desk around 3ish.
5pm before i knew it, yippee, i was outta here as fast as my little legs (carrying an extra 1 1/2 stone) would carry me, home for half past, sorted cats, quick wash and change, went for AP, Katy and Grant at 6.45pm and headed for the M621 and the bright lights of the LA bowl in......erm Holbeck. Funny as fook.........bowling, oh my god, you really are quite limited as to what you can do while expecting a baby!! it turned out quite a good laugh, i won the first game and Katy won the 2nd and the overall score (to say the boys weren't happy is an understatement), we were 15mins late for the table i'd booked at the Oracle, but neigh bother, more pints for them 3 and the food arrived after 40 mins, gourmet burgers, fries and cheesy garlic bread all round......it never touched the sides, a few after work revellers were dotted about, one woman had drunk so much champagne, she knocked a bar stool over and fell on top of it, much to my amusement.........eeh! i remember those days.
Home in the belting down rain, dropped them at home and we were in front of the fire, de-make-upped and in p.j's at 11pm :o) stayed up till midnight, then went to bed where i read magazines and Mr. Porrait watched Sky sports.
Saturday 25th
Awake and up and about at 8am.....wrong!! coffees in bed, to prolong getting up and braving the cold to go swimming, brrr! dropped Andy at his, he'd no rugby fixture, so was at a loss for the day, but i had a full agenda.
So swam my lengths (it was rammed, not happy), called at the car wash on the way home, got in and set too......bath, made full English, mixed some blue emulsion and painted filled in cracks (up ladders, quite safe!), made a chocolate trifle, sewed up p.j bottoms and combats (i'm like the hulk bursting out of my clothes) did 2 wash loads and put on airer, dusted living room, then had a 25min nap until Andy phoned followed by Sarah, got a wriggle on and was ready and out the door for 5.15pm.
To the Old corn mill, my my, it brought back memories.........had flash backs to 1989 when i worked there with Rachel Carr behind the bar, met JC.... and pondered on whether a place alone can change your destiny, also had fond memories of the night club downstairs where i used to frequent often with my Fountain buddies in 1993.
Anyhow, it is no longer a knocking shop/watering hole but has been transformed into an oldie worldy restaurant...Sarah had picked it for her birthday meal (good choice), 9 of us dined Matt, Sera, Janet, Tim, Jo, Sam, Harry, Moi and the birthday girl, we waded our way through 3 courses over 3 hours.......not a rush in us, was fit to burst after my prawn cocktail, steak and ale pie, mash and veg, and strawberry mousse, raspberry coulis and channel island cream thingy.......fooking hell i was pogged!!!
My phone was red hot, Andy, Matt and KF all phoned to find out what was happening later on in the evening.
It was 8.45pm, by the time we got to the Sportsclub, Katy was telling me about someone telling her to shut her dog up at the rugby, Matt was sat at the bar with all the ladies......well Spug, Tina, Beth, Hayley etc.hhhahhaaa! there was some kind of disco on, it was noisy and smokey, but we found some seats and i would have been quite happy plonked there for the night.
Phoned Andy to say we'd just arrived, he said he'd be 20mins as he was finishing his pint in the Commi, Matt said he wanted to go into town, so txt AP to say "stay where you are", Moi, Sera, Sarah and the 2 Matts got in the C4 and headed for town, the commercial... as AP, his Bro, the Wags etc were all in there........the 4 of us who'd eaten the 3 course meal were quite content slumped there, 3 of who'd had gone onto vodka and cokes as the lager wasn't going down.
Andy was funny, he'd had a few pints, (been home as he had a rash on his face and neck and was allergic to his new shirt??!!) and was on his soap box, the little tinker, telling anyone who'd listen, he was keeping his room open at home for when i booted him out, was going to call the baby George , couldn't wait to have a taste of breast milk, all the while laughing at his own jokes and mouthing "i'm only joking"....struth!!!
Matt was sad noone wanted to karaoke and nicked off early for a chinese, i had a really good night, chatting to John and Jacko, telling Andy off, laughing at them 3 getting pished on double vodkas at a fiver a shout, all the while random pissheads squeeling "Karen, how big is your bump now?"
Home at midnight, Andy made 2 ham sandwiches and swallowed them both whole washed down with a bag of cheese and onion crisps, guffawed loudly at re-takes of Only fools and horses on UK gold, then shuffled off to bed, put the cricket on and fell asleep at 1am, 30 seconds after retiring.
Mind you i was out for the count minutes after and i hadn't had a gallon of ale.
Sunday 26th
Lovely day, my favourite of the weekend, awake at 9.30am, Andy was rough, i was laughing, he shouted at Meg for jumping on him and spilling tea on the quilt...i wasn't laughing!
He got changed and we toddled to Tesco's for the Sunday papers and a nice piece of Brisket (how old?).
Back home, we took down the living room curtains to wash (nest feathering), i wouldn't like to think how long they've been hanging there, but they're now 3 shades lighter.
Hung them out on the line, ironed them for 1 1/2hrs and hung them back up.
Put the joint in and prepared all veg, cleaned kitchen, put new bedding on bed and washed the tea stained old stuff, lounged around, happy and snug.
3pm, we are like kings, roast beef, homemade roasties, yorkshires, mash, veg and pigs in blankets, it was by far the nicest Sunday roast i have ever cooked.
Footie for Andy, snooze for me, had a bath, dropped him home and went M&D visiting at 7pm, Mum was funny "ooh look at you waddling in, in your...oh pyjamas, i hope nobody saw you". Ruth and Mark turned up, Ruth sewing some pants on Marlo's machine, i stayed an hour or two until Dad came back from his walk and started talking rubbish, home just in time for IAC and Lost at 10pm, Suggy txt to ask about my progress! random boy......Jake and Kate have had a son, Joe, 5ld odd, Chris said it was a box child (i don't understand what this means). Bed at 11.30pm, read till after the midnight, was absolutely done in from all the odd jobs and eating i've done this weekend, but it's flown..........madness!
Still only 4 weeks left until the festive season, bring it on, i can't wait.....slobbing about at home, eating scrummy nosh in my favourite attire, none of that pushing and shoving in smokey bars and all that nonsense for me........no sirree!
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