It's a miracle – we all had a nice weekend! Zoe came to stay for 2 nights, so we hoofed her off to see Billy Elliot at the theatre (bribery that a weekend in London is a good thing to be repeated), though what you're meant to say when she whispers 'what does Wanker mean?' half way through Act One, I have no idea. Was equally bemused on Saturday morning as we were getting ready for some mates with kids to come over for a 'family' barbecue, and she fixed Hawksey and I with a steely gaze and said 'so what are you getting changed into for the barbecue?'. Clearly our outfits just didn't cut the sartorial mustard ….
H got off the hook at this point but not me – I got the 'come on Scotty, let's go upstairs and I can put your makeup on and you can do me'…..Ohmygodohmygodohmygod. One swift poke in the eye with the mascara wand and we were done.
She was still going on full energy at 11pm that night, despite us trying the calming bath and falling asleep like a pair of knackered old 40 somethings in front of her – Duracell sprog bunny or what. But H loved having her here so all good.
And played hockey yesterday in what I think was the Under 40s national something or other cup – and triumphed again! So Wimbledon is now through to represent the South of England at the regional competition thingy next week. I'm so up on all this hockey jazz… not. Was a cracking day to trot about in the sun, safe in the knowledge that the other 10 players on the pitch were all top banana so one chubby Scottster poking her stick at people every now and again couldn't cause too much mayhem. At least I had the best tan – if not the best 'pineapple on my head' hairdo. This thich curly fuzz I now sport just doesn't like going into a hairband and bandanna…..
Laters all, S x