Freaky Friday
Someone has secretly swapped lives with me, wait while i get my sticky mits on the culprit.
I've no idea who it is, only clue is she must have been a boring feck in her mid 40's and her favorite hobby was washing!!
Whoever it is who's now leading my life, has been out this weekend chain-smoking and drinking and having a blast, being really popular and funny and stuff! grrrr!
The weekend i have led............hang onto your seats folks.
Friday 5th
Bought a Radley purse in my lunch hour from Debenhams, which i swapped with old purse immediately so Andy couldn't say "what have you bought now" when i arrived home at t.time, i do spend at least £100 a week in my lunch hours which is slightly barmy, but i never go out anymore or buy fags.......most of it's on baby things or essentials from Morrison's...............well okay ...cake mainly.
Andy phoned me 4 times in the afternoon to ask important things like can he let Maisie out, he makes me laugh, i asked him to get his pine storage box from his old bedroom, then we could use it as a blanket box and wang the tin trunk, he phoned to say he'd taken the one from his parents bedroom as it was in better nick...........eek!
Anyhew home at 5.30pm, i was a tired bunny and insisted we did our "Friday big shop" straight away before i sat down, one hour later (due to AP chatting to his cousin, Aaron's Mum and other random's), we were home laden down with more meat than would feed 50 Vikings at an elaborate banquet.
He likes his meat..
He unpacked and sided, i bathed and put on p.j's, we had soup, French sticks, kettle chips and M&S Belgium chocolate biscuits (which i have realised he takes off me when I've had 8 and puts the tin away).
With it being Friday night and we need to make the most of our baby free days, we erm......read the Spenborough Guardian (ooh Rabbit, has got engaged to that barmaid our Steven shagged in Marlo's back garden), watched CBB, Andy went to bed at 9.30pm to watch t.v and i joined him at 10pm with my Woman's own...........how tragic? in his defence he'd overtime Saturday morning at 6.30am, my excuse....I'm a lazy fat fucker, with chaffing thighs and a pot belly any darts thrower would envy.
Saturday 6th
He was off early doors, i got up, nipped to loo, fed cats and turned all lights OFF.
Next time i looked at the clock it was 10.10am......reight do, no swimming as still streaming with cold!!! spent my entire Saturday washing and changing bed clothes, tumble drying works oily togs, Gym stuff, bedding, towels, the list was endless, also sorted new blanket box, emptied baby trunk and found new homes for all things child like hoisted over the years.
Dropped Andy at rugby at lunchtime, called to see Mother had a nice natter until Dad came in kitchen spouting shite and sounding like father Jack, left hastily, home quick sarnie, fetched Andy (they'd won...........5-0 against Selby) he'd brought me his filthy rugby kit home to wash..........yeah??!!!, watched You've been framed, then we went to the Showcase and saw "White Noise - the light" ...very good, we took our own sweets and water as it's 25p a bottle in Tesco's and £1.85 if you buy it there, the rip off merchants.
Home around 10ish, no Parkinson........lawks a mercy!
We went to bed at the same time, with reading matter and the sky remote respectively, even though i'd slept 4 hours longer than him the night before........lazy pregnant person.
Watched the box and chatted till 11.40pm, then straight to sleep like Dick and Liddy.
Sunday 7th
Awoke at 10.10am, John was picking him up at 10.30 to go watch Deano play footie, should have seen his face when he realised he'd only 20 mins to get his Sunday morning nookie in (it was like shagging Clark Kent).
I was shuffling around in dressing gown with beans spilt down the front (not really), when he got back at lunchtime (a certain persons fooking mutt had jumped all over him, caking his coat and jeans in mud...........for ME to wash).....deep breaths!!!, bacon and sausage butties and mugs of tea, footie on the box......put the joint in, made a chicken chasseur for tonight's tea and prepared 2 days veg and today's pack ups, Andy came in kitchen with his special key and unchained me from the kitchen sink so i could go upstairs and have a bath.
Had roast beef and Yorkshires at half 5ish, then spent the rest of the evening in a happy contented glow..watched "the pursuit of happyness" on pirate DVD.....(v.good, i cried and blamed it on my cold that was making my eyes water.....obviously). More footie, darts and other man sports on the tele (i was reading up on being 26 weeks pregnant and wondering if 76 babygros is enough for our new baby). Bed at 9pm (yes you heard me) for him (i stayed up till the 10), then up the stairs, where we chatted for 1/2 hour, then he sat bolt upright and announced he was off to make a meat sandwich and did i want one?.............i'll pass thanks).
Both sound asleep by midnight.
So that's my lot.
Hours spent in bed...36
Units of alcohol...0
Cigarettes smoked...0
Pounds spent... £26 (1/2 of shopping bill and pop at the flicks).
Wash loads...5
Times ventured out of the door...5
Txt or calls from friends and family...0
Hours dressed...6
Is this my life from here on in?
Tee hee.
I've no idea who it is, only clue is she must have been a boring feck in her mid 40's and her favorite hobby was washing!!
Whoever it is who's now leading my life, has been out this weekend chain-smoking and drinking and having a blast, being really popular and funny and stuff! grrrr!
The weekend i have led............hang onto your seats folks.
Friday 5th
Bought a Radley purse in my lunch hour from Debenhams, which i swapped with old purse immediately so Andy couldn't say "what have you bought now" when i arrived home at t.time, i do spend at least £100 a week in my lunch hours which is slightly barmy, but i never go out anymore or buy fags.......most of it's on baby things or essentials from Morrison's...............well okay ...cake mainly.
Andy phoned me 4 times in the afternoon to ask important things like can he let Maisie out, he makes me laugh, i asked him to get his pine storage box from his old bedroom, then we could use it as a blanket box and wang the tin trunk, he phoned to say he'd taken the one from his parents bedroom as it was in better nick...........eek!
Anyhew home at 5.30pm, i was a tired bunny and insisted we did our "Friday big shop" straight away before i sat down, one hour later (due to AP chatting to his cousin, Aaron's Mum and other random's), we were home laden down with more meat than would feed 50 Vikings at an elaborate banquet.
He likes his meat..
He unpacked and sided, i bathed and put on p.j's, we had soup, French sticks, kettle chips and M&S Belgium chocolate biscuits (which i have realised he takes off me when I've had 8 and puts the tin away).
With it being Friday night and we need to make the most of our baby free days, we erm......read the Spenborough Guardian (ooh Rabbit, has got engaged to that barmaid our Steven shagged in Marlo's back garden), watched CBB, Andy went to bed at 9.30pm to watch t.v and i joined him at 10pm with my Woman's own...........how tragic? in his defence he'd overtime Saturday morning at 6.30am, my excuse....I'm a lazy fat fucker, with chaffing thighs and a pot belly any darts thrower would envy.
Saturday 6th
He was off early doors, i got up, nipped to loo, fed cats and turned all lights OFF.
Next time i looked at the clock it was 10.10am......reight do, no swimming as still streaming with cold!!! spent my entire Saturday washing and changing bed clothes, tumble drying works oily togs, Gym stuff, bedding, towels, the list was endless, also sorted new blanket box, emptied baby trunk and found new homes for all things child like hoisted over the years.
Dropped Andy at rugby at lunchtime, called to see Mother had a nice natter until Dad came in kitchen spouting shite and sounding like father Jack, left hastily, home quick sarnie, fetched Andy (they'd won...........5-0 against Selby) he'd brought me his filthy rugby kit home to wash..........yeah??!!!, watched You've been framed, then we went to the Showcase and saw "White Noise - the light" ...very good, we took our own sweets and water as it's 25p a bottle in Tesco's and £1.85 if you buy it there, the rip off merchants.
Home around 10ish, no Parkinson........lawks a mercy!
We went to bed at the same time, with reading matter and the sky remote respectively, even though i'd slept 4 hours longer than him the night before........lazy pregnant person.
Watched the box and chatted till 11.40pm, then straight to sleep like Dick and Liddy.
Sunday 7th
Awoke at 10.10am, John was picking him up at 10.30 to go watch Deano play footie, should have seen his face when he realised he'd only 20 mins to get his Sunday morning nookie in (it was like shagging Clark Kent).
I was shuffling around in dressing gown with beans spilt down the front (not really), when he got back at lunchtime (a certain persons fooking mutt had jumped all over him, caking his coat and jeans in mud...........for ME to wash).....deep breaths!!!, bacon and sausage butties and mugs of tea, footie on the box......put the joint in, made a chicken chasseur for tonight's tea and prepared 2 days veg and today's pack ups, Andy came in kitchen with his special key and unchained me from the kitchen sink so i could go upstairs and have a bath.
Had roast beef and Yorkshires at half 5ish, then spent the rest of the evening in a happy contented glow..watched "the pursuit of happyness" on pirate DVD.....(v.good, i cried and blamed it on my cold that was making my eyes water.....obviously). More footie, darts and other man sports on the tele (i was reading up on being 26 weeks pregnant and wondering if 76 babygros is enough for our new baby). Bed at 9pm (yes you heard me) for him (i stayed up till the 10), then up the stairs, where we chatted for 1/2 hour, then he sat bolt upright and announced he was off to make a meat sandwich and did i want one?.............i'll pass thanks).
Both sound asleep by midnight.
So that's my lot.
Hours spent in bed...36
Units of alcohol...0
Cigarettes smoked...0
Pounds spent... £26 (1/2 of shopping bill and pop at the flicks).
Wash loads...5
Times ventured out of the door...5
Txt or calls from friends and family...0
Hours dressed...6
Is this my life from here on in?
Tee hee.
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