Since my last post on Friday I have been far too busy with real life to write any blog posts and when I haven’t been quite so busy I’ve been asleep or just plain knackered! When you have no social life, which most of the time I don’t then you forget that it is tiring, fattening but enjoyable. Maybe it might be true that if you are in your mid forties you are less able to as they say ‘burn the candle at both ends’ plus drink alcohol and dance without getting exhausted than you were in say your twenties. But maybe I just have no stamina. Here follows a bit of a diary like resume of the last few days:Saturday – Teen son, who at 17 seems unable to use a bus persuaded me to take him to town so that he could bank his birthday loot and have his birthday watch adjusted to fit his skinny wrists. Being the kind mother, who needed to buy a couple of things I of course did my duty, getting back just before we were due to leave for our weekend away. Hubby and I managed to get away shortly before 2pm and reached Rochester shortly after 3pm. A nice hotel actually, closely situated to Asda in case you might need any shopping (I didn’t). We unpacked, then headed to the bar for a couple of drinks before heading off to the shower and getting into the glad rags. Hubby scrubbed up well and looked pretty good in his dinner suit. In to the bar at 6.15 (early, yes I know) we met up with the cousins and aunt and uncle, had another drink then headed into the function room. My mistake here was not to appreciate that the food portions would be bordering on tiny and therefore not to adjust the amount of red wine already going down my throat. Still at the time this did not seem to be much of an issue. After dinner there was dancing, a raffle at which I won a smoothie maker (and a good one at that). Hubby who had worked in the morning only made it to around 11.30, but I didn’t get to bed until almost 1am.
Sunday – It was immediately clear that I had a hangover. Sadly I had no analgesia with me and Asda does not open till about 10am on a Sunday or I’d have gone shopping. Breakfast in the hotel was a bit of an anticlimax, it looked good and certainly the sausages tasted good but the rest of it was cold. Plus my body could only really cope with coffee (4 cups of it helped) and toast. If only I ever followed my own advice about the evils of drink, because then I’d never be hung over again!
We left the hotel just after 10 and headed west and then south until we reached Shaftesbury. We passed Stonehenge along the way, but hubby refused to stop on account of it being just a ‘load of stones’. What can you say to that. There followed a great family afternoon (mine this time), with my god mother who is now 70 and many of my aunts, uncles and cousins. We all met in a pub (diet coke for me), had sunday lunch in my cousin’s cafe and then chatted, ate birthday cake and chatted more. Just after 7pm we set off home, hubby in the back of the car as he apparently needed sleep (beer, his football team losing plus general tiredness) and teen son (who had arrived with my parents) in the front. An hour later and travelling down a dark road I don’t know we apparently ran over a nail or some other sharp object and got ourselves a puncture. What followed was a bit of a saga; fed up slightly enibriated hubby who wanted to sleep but instead found himself in the middle of a dark cold place changing a tire, a spare wheel that Reuault seems to want to keep located under the car rather than where it needed to be, me who managed to park up on a grass verge and who apparently drove over a nail on purpose and a calm and helpful teenager who now knows how to change a tyre.
Monday – Rather than remain in bed as I would have liked, I set off bright and early to be reminded how to facilitate a course (this takes place tomorrow and Friday). Learning stuff, having to pay attention and having to drive an hour each way doesn’t make you any less tired than you already are. Hubby was just as happy as ever when I got home since he needed 3 tyres for various reasons and is now £200 lighter.
Tuesday – We both took a day’s annual leave to go out with my brother and sister in law to see the Al Murray pub landlord TV programme being made in London. Today’s sagas included delayed and cancelled trains (apparently a fatality up the line), 2 hours spent queuing in the freezing cold close to the thames, and my sister in laws constant complaints about everything (ranging from my brother to the distance between the train lines on the underground and train delays being caused by this Labour government!). Al Murray though was good and perhaps I might be seen on TV on Friday!
So there you have it. Life has been fun, I have experienced a little drama and stood in the cold too many times. I ache right now, and could do with more sleep – roll on the weekend!