So, woke up this morning with a pretty stonking hangover from the AV party last night. Thank god Janine dragged me away at a risible half ten – if I'd stayed any longer I'd have been hideously shedded. That's what comes from having a turkey bap for lunch and only crisps and some salami for dinner…
And have so far spent the day demolishing a vast 'morning after the night before' fried breakfast at the dear old 377 Cafe, then dusting, shifting and sorting the ground floor – one of those groundhog scenarios where you're busy all day but the pile of shite doesn't seem to get any smaller. Took Mum off to the bank at lunch to get the Power of Attorney activated – as we left I said 'so we're off to the back so I can sign over your accounts, take every penny you own and leave you destitute' and she said 'yes, that's ok…'. Ah, so trusting. How big a Christmas present would I like this year??
Mojo is at this moment lying on Mum, who as ever is lying on her sofa. Hawksey's in Brighton for his Xmas work lunch, then meeting up with some birds we met on holiday a couple of years back, so he'll be pouring himself through the letterbox in a terrible state later I suspect. At least it'll be dark when he gets back so he won;t see the rubbish colour we've painted the front door – what were we thinking? Another job to redo in the New Year. ah well.
And I'm now off to see my personal trainer – usually 10.15am on a Fri but cunningly moved in anticipation of feeling grim post-party, wise wise wise. Leaving 2 Polish painters downstairs to keep huard over Mum till her carer tips up.
Another wild Friday in Wimbers!
Still, got drinks do at Vicki Holgate's tomorrow eve and then a Puritans hockey day at the Club which'll be good crack. And then only working next Mon & Tues and then off for the whole of Christmas, can't wait..
Must run, gym bunny (hippo) time, S.