Okay I seem to be chasing my blog so if your ready, take a deep breath and here we go.
Friday Night
Started off fairly healthy, went on a walk with Annemarie along the beach, about 3 miles, beautiful skies, fantastic sea but very windy, obviously forgot to take my camera - DOH!
K got in about 7.30 and we stumbled through the usual how was your day conversation. Luckily for the TV we didn't have to suffer this process for too long. Whilst drowning out the ripped top glory of Bruce Willis in "Die hard" I opened a bottle of wine. "Die Hard " was swiftly followed by "The Fellowship of the ring" and to drown out K's soft snores I opened up a second bottle.
Friday Night
Started off fairly healthy, went on a walk with Annemarie along the beach, about 3 miles, beautiful skies, fantastic sea but very windy, obviously forgot to take my camera - DOH!
K got in about 7.30 and we stumbled through the usual how was your day conversation. Luckily for the TV we didn't have to suffer this process for too long. Whilst drowning out the ripped top glory of Bruce Willis in "Die hard" I opened a bottle of wine. "Die Hard " was swiftly followed by "The Fellowship of the ring" and to drown out K's soft snores I opened up a second bottle.
As I sat watching a film I have seen twice, nay three times, whilst K snored happily for the third time through the ending I was hit by an urge to talk.
I looked at the clock, once, twice, got it in focus and there staring at me was the big hand on 6 and the little hand on 1 (1.30am Hx). Knowing that all my friends would politely to tell me to go play on a busy road if I called them at this time I did what any sensible minded person would do - I called Jerry in Australia.
He wasn't in, but his work colleague was and happily took a message from a drunken and flirty English woman. I fell asleep. Jerry called back, not quite sure at what time, but we talked and talked and talked.
And now I can firmly say I have another BOYfriend. Not a "boy friend" you kiss but a boy friend you talk to. "Huh?", "How did you get here?" I hear you ask.
Well there are a few things I will happily do with my girlfriends, pluck eyebrows, even assist with bikini waxes but mostly I feel able to talk to them and, so not to cut off the flow of important chatter, to pee when on the phone.
Jerry is now ficially firmly ensconced into the girlfriend/boyfriend league of friends.
Somewhere around 5am - my time - I released him to complete his Saturday in the way he felt necessary - cleaning!! - and promptly fell into an oblivion of sleep.
Saturday
I spent most of the day in bed, recovering from late night conversations and too much alcohol. I read lots and listened to K watching re-runs of "Steptoe and son". I cooked in the evening and we plunged ourselves once more into the goggle box.
Sunday
I woke refreshed and ready to solve my broadband problem. I wired in - all by meself - three new phone connections, one for our spare phone, one for the sky TV watsit thingy and one for broadband. K did the ironing and offered the occasional helping hand.
4pm I had broadband - Yeahaw!
4.02 I realised that my wireless keyboard had died and no matter how much I gnawed at my foot and cursed the techno gods it wasn't going to spring back into life - BUGGER! I past the rest of the afternoon attempting to update the puter as much as could with just a mouse.
Before I knew it 9pm had turned up and it was my turn to dominate the remote control as "House" started, I opened a bottle of wine and settled my fat arse on the sofa. Somewhere between "House" and "Nip/Tuck" I discovered that the bottle of wine I had been drinking had mysteriously evaporated - Dontcha just hate it when that happens - I must look into purchasing one of those bottle stop thingies, I believe they help eliminate that problem.
Reminded of my Friday night splurge and the need to cut down (*snort* sorry drink just spurted from my nose) I decided to be sensible and cracked open one of the beers K had left in the cupboard.
Five beers later and nothing on TV I pondered my inability to follow my own drinking rule "Beer before wine is fine, wine before beer is queer". When I'm drunk it always changes to "wine after beer is queer, beer before wine is fine!" Which means.... erm... bugger it, just drink! Not wanting to anger the hangover gods I drank a healthy lt of water, brushed my teeth and ate a banana!
Monday
Hangover gods were obviously appeased by my offering as I had only a "slight head" but nothing a good ole bike ride couldn't put right. Keefe had helpfully taken all my clothes (unsightly uniform) into work and the ride was just "Gaawjus" as Hx would say.
The rest of the day was spent fulla busy. I didn't need to talk to my mawanker at all. I've heard that communication helps but am becoming a firm believer in the "non communication route".
I finished work at a fantastic 4pm and returned home to my lovely trailer to cook the best broccoli and bean soup I've ever tasted. K came in and we grunted politely at each other then I fitted my newly borrowed keyboard and "hooray" I was once more back in the puter world, I may have said this before but "I love my puter!"
Tuesday
Spent this morning in a meeting about funding pretending I knew what I was talking about. *shushhhh* they don't know *wink, wink*.
Then left work at 3 - I love flexi hours - and spent the afternoon talking to a good friend, Papa S, on MSN. We talked recipes and I glowed in the loving light of my dharling puter and good chatter.
Then I discovered mail dropped off by my mummy and found this in a little white envelope
I looked at the clock, once, twice, got it in focus and there staring at me was the big hand on 6 and the little hand on 1 (1.30am Hx). Knowing that all my friends would politely to tell me to go play on a busy road if I called them at this time I did what any sensible minded person would do - I called Jerry in Australia.
He wasn't in, but his work colleague was and happily took a message from a drunken and flirty English woman. I fell asleep. Jerry called back, not quite sure at what time, but we talked and talked and talked.
And now I can firmly say I have another BOYfriend. Not a "boy friend" you kiss but a boy friend you talk to. "Huh?", "How did you get here?" I hear you ask.
Well there are a few things I will happily do with my girlfriends, pluck eyebrows, even assist with bikini waxes but mostly I feel able to talk to them and, so not to cut off the flow of important chatter, to pee when on the phone.
Jerry is now ficially firmly ensconced into the girlfriend/boyfriend league of friends.
Somewhere around 5am - my time - I released him to complete his Saturday in the way he felt necessary - cleaning!! - and promptly fell into an oblivion of sleep.
Saturday
I spent most of the day in bed, recovering from late night conversations and too much alcohol. I read lots and listened to K watching re-runs of "Steptoe and son". I cooked in the evening and we plunged ourselves once more into the goggle box.
Sunday
I woke refreshed and ready to solve my broadband problem. I wired in - all by meself - three new phone connections, one for our spare phone, one for the sky TV watsit thingy and one for broadband. K did the ironing and offered the occasional helping hand.
4pm I had broadband - Yeahaw!
4.02 I realised that my wireless keyboard had died and no matter how much I gnawed at my foot and cursed the techno gods it wasn't going to spring back into life - BUGGER! I past the rest of the afternoon attempting to update the puter as much as could with just a mouse.
Before I knew it 9pm had turned up and it was my turn to dominate the remote control as "House" started, I opened a bottle of wine and settled my fat arse on the sofa. Somewhere between "House" and "Nip/Tuck" I discovered that the bottle of wine I had been drinking had mysteriously evaporated - Dontcha just hate it when that happens - I must look into purchasing one of those bottle stop thingies, I believe they help eliminate that problem.
Reminded of my Friday night splurge and the need to cut down (*snort* sorry drink just spurted from my nose) I decided to be sensible and cracked open one of the beers K had left in the cupboard.
Five beers later and nothing on TV I pondered my inability to follow my own drinking rule "Beer before wine is fine, wine before beer is queer". When I'm drunk it always changes to "wine after beer is queer, beer before wine is fine!" Which means.... erm... bugger it, just drink! Not wanting to anger the hangover gods I drank a healthy lt of water, brushed my teeth and ate a banana!
Monday
Hangover gods were obviously appeased by my offering as I had only a "slight head" but nothing a good ole bike ride couldn't put right. Keefe had helpfully taken all my clothes (unsightly uniform) into work and the ride was just "Gaawjus" as Hx would say.
The rest of the day was spent fulla busy. I didn't need to talk to my mawanker at all. I've heard that communication helps but am becoming a firm believer in the "non communication route".
I finished work at a fantastic 4pm and returned home to my lovely trailer to cook the best broccoli and bean soup I've ever tasted. K came in and we grunted politely at each other then I fitted my newly borrowed keyboard and "hooray" I was once more back in the puter world, I may have said this before but "I love my puter!"
Tuesday
Spent this morning in a meeting about funding pretending I knew what I was talking about. *shushhhh* they don't know *wink, wink*.
Then left work at 3 - I love flexi hours - and spent the afternoon talking to a good friend, Papa S, on MSN. We talked recipes and I glowed in the loving light of my dharling puter and good chatter.
Then I discovered mail dropped off by my mummy and found this in a little white envelope
Hx *Huge sloppy kiss*.
He is truly small, soft and perfectly formed and will be loved and loved and I'm going to stick him in my pocket and never, ever loose him.
"Fank you very much" ;0) and sorry I squeeked - just plain excited!
"Fank you very much" ;0) and sorry I squeeked - just plain excited!
K came in and we talked - Yeah, we talked, stuff about work, and holidays, and stuff. It was like having a proper conversation, and I'm sat here with a ginger ale blown away!!!.
So that's me, all waffled out and up to date.
All I can say is YEEHAW I got my puter back.
