The GOOD
Football season has begun. So all my weekends and some evenings are now planned around my clubs fixtures.First game of the season was spectacular for more reasons than expected! I went to buy a pre game cider (half pint I am a lady after all) and I was asked for ID. I was beside myself with excitement SERIOUSLY he thought I looked 17 years old. Then I panicked as I wasn't carrying any ID so I squealed so loudly and for so long about how flattered I was that he just gave me the drink and sent me on my merry way. So there are benefits to this getting older malarkey surely such a clever and devious plan could only have been convincingly delivered by an older and wise women ;-) Ok he thought I was the mad hatter and wanted shot but ignorance is bliss, RIGHT.
Anyway for those of you who are interested we are 3 games in and we're the arse end of the table.
It's early days and historically we start the season struggling but by the new year we've gained some momentum. So I'm keeping the faith, come on URZ .The BAD
Another one bites the dust...The second lot of 30th birthday celebrations happened. My heavily pregnant friend Teresa celebrated turning 30 by throwing a 1920's themed murder mystery night. I have to be honest I wasn't sure how this was going to work and envisioned us sat around a Cluedo board fighting over who wants to be Professor Plum!!?!? Instead her friends set the scene and put on an outstanding performance. The acting was so convincing that Detective John Barnaby from Midsomer Murders was ready to come out of retirement to offer his assistance in solving the murder.
There were lots of discussions over dinner about us all turning 30 and how it was the end of life as we know it. We struggled to rationalise
why we felt like this but on reflection I think part of it comes from feeling that our best days are behind us. Surely this is not the case please let there be more to come! I comforted myself with at least 3 large glasses of red, and a little from the fact others shared my fears.So despite the raised anxieties and not being convinced that Bruce was the murderer I had an awesome night and giggled a lot.The UGLY
I am just getting back on my feet and out of my PJ's after having flu. For the last week I have been buried beneath a tower of snotty tissues and a mist of Olbas Oil festering in my bed. I have done nothing all week except watch Netflix but hallelujah for that invention otherwise it would have been a whole lot worse and I'd be stuck watching Loose Women or worse repeats of treasure in the attic. I'm feeling much better and can now at least breath through my nose again. So it's time to force myself back into the everyday routine of life. Saturdays in my house means catching the end of Saturday kitchen with my breakfast and waiting for Football Focus. Then the menial task of housework begins. This has thrown up a serious question I need your help with
'I have worn nothing but PJ's all week but somehow I have a full laundry basket and a massive pile of ironing' How the hell is this possible???
