Just the right balance
The weekend has passed by again, in a flurry of partying, fag smoke, hangovers, memory loss and great expense.
Oh that's right that's the old me.
My new born again Fraulein Maria type persona spent her weekend like: well read it........
Friday 10th: Came to work, had a really good day....it was a hoot, we were all laughing and joking like the good old days. Went to the Crown point at lunch and bumped into KAY in Next (my word, not seen her for a year), she burst into tears when she saw my bump, couldn't apologise enough for not keeping in touch and was falling over herself to make it up to me, by giving me all Wills baby stuff (yes i should think so!!!).
Never got to try the dress on i'd picked for Nic's wedding, back to work.
Home at 5.30pm, quick shower, had some tea and went to collect Andy, who'd ligged around all day watching the box and doing his exercises at JJB......the lazy article!!!!
Oooh yeah randomist (if that's a word?) message on answer phone ever, Chris (Kay's husband) had left a message saying congratulations and Andy had to ring if he needed any advice, (they've never met)....how strange!!!??!
Anyhow:
Watched Saw III at the showcase...Jesus Mary Mother o' God! Not for the faint hearted.
My pop was off so Andy had to swap it twice, home for 10.15pm, dropped AP at his as he was up Saturday at 6.30am, to watch the Rugby league!!
I stayed up till 12, reading, tap-dancing and eating apple pie!
Saturday 11th: I can't seem to shake my feathers on a weekend, I'm like the Duracell bunny running on cheap zinc batteries, got out of my pit at 10.30am, changed bedding and put a wash on, let cats out, Tesco's for French stick and 2 extra pints of milk to make trifle and a paper to see if i'd won the Euromillions (i didn't).
To the baths, i'd read it was better to do backstroke, so i alternated 5 breastroke to one back, you've never seen anything like it! Jeez, i was fooked after 45mins, stumbled out and into the changing rooms, beet faced.
Home, cats in, Dean phoned to say they weren't coming for chilli....more washing, had a bacon and egg sarnie, bath and leisure wear, read paper, made trifle otherwise milk would have gone to waste, made chilli as rushmooms were wilting and froze 5 portions.
Was having a lovely day as Saturdays are clearly my favourite.......when the heavens opened and so did the roof. Literally, rain was running down the wall at the top of the stairs and water had collated under wallpaper and formed a huge bubble, which i pierced and squeezed like a big spot. I was not a happy bunny and was seen running across the landing with towels, like someone was about to give birth. Phoned Alan, the rain subsided, but i was still moggy, i don't like things going wrong.
Andy phoned from club and i acted like a maungey 14yr old, until i decided to go meet him and have some shandy! had quite a pleasant time, only Spug and Katy there in the girls until Claire came to join us, nice chats, we left at 9pm, Andy was swaying after 6 bottles of Stella and i wanted my chilli............Mmmm! so home James, Andy had hotdogs, and we dived into the trifle, glad that guests hadn't turned up. Parkinson, nearly peed my pants at Peter Kay.
Andy went to bed, i read a bit then went up, he was flaked out, not a stitch on, on top of bedding as the heating was on full, it was like a sauna up there i could hardly breath, dropped off at 2ish, to be awoken at 6am by hot blooded male, deary me! slept till 10am, was then informed in a distressed voice that the sky box in the bedroom wasn't working! Fooking Sky and fooking sky engineers, have had them out at least 4 times in as many weeks. What a fooking liberty!!!??!
Told Andy it could stay broken for me and snuggled down under quilt, until he came up with mugs of coffee, the phone and the Sky helpline number...........Grrrr!
We decided we wouldn't have breakfast and spoil our Sunday lunch, then we decided we'd have a small bacon butty as we probably wouldn't last and there'd be a wait at the Angel.
Wolfed down sarnie, i got ready, went to G&D's, Andy showered and changed, i chatted to Gill in living room, until Dave came back from the bookies and offered his decorating services to do the nursery...oh fooking hell, my Dad's not happy about me and Andy stripping paper, what the fook will he say if Dave does it, OH they'll be hell on, but didn't want to offend Dave so said that would be lovely, truth is i'd rather Andy and his Dad did it over a couple of weekends, rubbed paintwork down and got it right, than my Dad squeezed the job in between, painting some mosque or other and did a shabby job.
I've going to leave the men to wrestle this one out!
Collected John and Claire at 1.30pm, they were hung-over and Hank Marvin (their words), went to the old Angel (Toby Carvery at Morley), 40 minute wait, was glad we'd had the bacon buttie!!!!! had a couple of drinks and a chin wag, i really like John and Claire, felt a bit guilty we'd not invited G&D but Andy was saying "you wouldn't ask your parents!!?!".
Well nice fodder, we all agreed that £8 was a small price to pay, for not having to wash 100's of pans up and slave over the stove for 4hrs, flapping that the joint won't be nice..blah di blah! lazy feckers we are!
Dropped J&C home, Claire said John couldn't go to the pub as she needed help with some work she'd brought home, So Andy chelped on about what a mug he was......under the thumb and all that! SEZ!!!
Dropped Andy home, and raced to my abode, quickly donned on p.j's and got all my cheesey mags out, then Andy showed up!!???! put the football on........struth, neigh bother, we both polished off the trifle, then fell asleep on the sofas.
Watched Simpsons, he left at 7pm, i had a bath, clean p.j's and nibbled all night on festive nuts, fruit cake, melon, grapes and sports mixtures..........so healthy!
Monday morning again, 6 weeks today he'll have been.
And I'll be 24 weeks pregnant.........jeez!
Plus i'll only have 8 weeks left at work........yippee!
Lots of social events coming up on the calender:
Tapas, birthdays, meals, wedding, Xmas do's, Anomoly scan (will need to dress up for that....obviously)........ooh lordy lord, best get to the White Rose at lunch and get myself some sparkly sandals and a dress!
Ooh yeah i had a mad dream last night i was riding along Halifax road on a big white horse..looked it up this morning, it's a dream of your own wedding! watch this space! Mwahhhh!!!
Oh that's right that's the old me.
My new born again Fraulein Maria type persona spent her weekend like: well read it........
Friday 10th: Came to work, had a really good day....it was a hoot, we were all laughing and joking like the good old days. Went to the Crown point at lunch and bumped into KAY in Next (my word, not seen her for a year), she burst into tears when she saw my bump, couldn't apologise enough for not keeping in touch and was falling over herself to make it up to me, by giving me all Wills baby stuff (yes i should think so!!!).
Never got to try the dress on i'd picked for Nic's wedding, back to work.
Home at 5.30pm, quick shower, had some tea and went to collect Andy, who'd ligged around all day watching the box and doing his exercises at JJB......the lazy article!!!!
Oooh yeah randomist (if that's a word?) message on answer phone ever, Chris (Kay's husband) had left a message saying congratulations and Andy had to ring if he needed any advice, (they've never met)....how strange!!!??!
Anyhow:
Watched Saw III at the showcase...Jesus Mary Mother o' God! Not for the faint hearted.
My pop was off so Andy had to swap it twice, home for 10.15pm, dropped AP at his as he was up Saturday at 6.30am, to watch the Rugby league!!
I stayed up till 12, reading, tap-dancing and eating apple pie!
Saturday 11th: I can't seem to shake my feathers on a weekend, I'm like the Duracell bunny running on cheap zinc batteries, got out of my pit at 10.30am, changed bedding and put a wash on, let cats out, Tesco's for French stick and 2 extra pints of milk to make trifle and a paper to see if i'd won the Euromillions (i didn't).
To the baths, i'd read it was better to do backstroke, so i alternated 5 breastroke to one back, you've never seen anything like it! Jeez, i was fooked after 45mins, stumbled out and into the changing rooms, beet faced.
Home, cats in, Dean phoned to say they weren't coming for chilli....more washing, had a bacon and egg sarnie, bath and leisure wear, read paper, made trifle otherwise milk would have gone to waste, made chilli as rushmooms were wilting and froze 5 portions.
Was having a lovely day as Saturdays are clearly my favourite.......when the heavens opened and so did the roof. Literally, rain was running down the wall at the top of the stairs and water had collated under wallpaper and formed a huge bubble, which i pierced and squeezed like a big spot. I was not a happy bunny and was seen running across the landing with towels, like someone was about to give birth. Phoned Alan, the rain subsided, but i was still moggy, i don't like things going wrong.
Andy phoned from club and i acted like a maungey 14yr old, until i decided to go meet him and have some shandy! had quite a pleasant time, only Spug and Katy there in the girls until Claire came to join us, nice chats, we left at 9pm, Andy was swaying after 6 bottles of Stella and i wanted my chilli............Mmmm! so home James, Andy had hotdogs, and we dived into the trifle, glad that guests hadn't turned up. Parkinson, nearly peed my pants at Peter Kay.
Andy went to bed, i read a bit then went up, he was flaked out, not a stitch on, on top of bedding as the heating was on full, it was like a sauna up there i could hardly breath, dropped off at 2ish, to be awoken at 6am by hot blooded male, deary me! slept till 10am, was then informed in a distressed voice that the sky box in the bedroom wasn't working! Fooking Sky and fooking sky engineers, have had them out at least 4 times in as many weeks. What a fooking liberty!!!??!
Told Andy it could stay broken for me and snuggled down under quilt, until he came up with mugs of coffee, the phone and the Sky helpline number...........Grrrr!
We decided we wouldn't have breakfast and spoil our Sunday lunch, then we decided we'd have a small bacon butty as we probably wouldn't last and there'd be a wait at the Angel.
Wolfed down sarnie, i got ready, went to G&D's, Andy showered and changed, i chatted to Gill in living room, until Dave came back from the bookies and offered his decorating services to do the nursery...oh fooking hell, my Dad's not happy about me and Andy stripping paper, what the fook will he say if Dave does it, OH they'll be hell on, but didn't want to offend Dave so said that would be lovely, truth is i'd rather Andy and his Dad did it over a couple of weekends, rubbed paintwork down and got it right, than my Dad squeezed the job in between, painting some mosque or other and did a shabby job.
I've going to leave the men to wrestle this one out!
Collected John and Claire at 1.30pm, they were hung-over and Hank Marvin (their words), went to the old Angel (Toby Carvery at Morley), 40 minute wait, was glad we'd had the bacon buttie!!!!! had a couple of drinks and a chin wag, i really like John and Claire, felt a bit guilty we'd not invited G&D but Andy was saying "you wouldn't ask your parents!!?!".
Well nice fodder, we all agreed that £8 was a small price to pay, for not having to wash 100's of pans up and slave over the stove for 4hrs, flapping that the joint won't be nice..blah di blah! lazy feckers we are!
Dropped J&C home, Claire said John couldn't go to the pub as she needed help with some work she'd brought home, So Andy chelped on about what a mug he was......under the thumb and all that! SEZ!!!
Dropped Andy home, and raced to my abode, quickly donned on p.j's and got all my cheesey mags out, then Andy showed up!!???! put the football on........struth, neigh bother, we both polished off the trifle, then fell asleep on the sofas.
Watched Simpsons, he left at 7pm, i had a bath, clean p.j's and nibbled all night on festive nuts, fruit cake, melon, grapes and sports mixtures..........so healthy!
Monday morning again, 6 weeks today he'll have been.
And I'll be 24 weeks pregnant.........jeez!
Plus i'll only have 8 weeks left at work........yippee!
Lots of social events coming up on the calender:
Tapas, birthdays, meals, wedding, Xmas do's, Anomoly scan (will need to dress up for that....obviously)........ooh lordy lord, best get to the White Rose at lunch and get myself some sparkly sandals and a dress!
Ooh yeah i had a mad dream last night i was riding along Halifax road on a big white horse..looked it up this morning, it's a dream of your own wedding! watch this space! Mwahhhh!!!
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