So – had the Added Value party on Thursday night. As has been the case since I stopped running them, twas yet another enforced night of fancy dress. Call me bah humbug but what's wrong with one's own wardrobe of smart casual seasonal attire? (OK, in my case, possibly quite a lot).
As the theme was Grease (the movie, not the country, as the person who helpfully suggested I went as an olive, thought) I was resplendent in a black v-neck t-shirt, with pink writing. Sadly the italics looked more Pink Lardies than Pink Ladies, but no-one could tell after the first gallon or two… i think.
Got dragged out of there at 10.30pm (migh, how the mighty have fallen) as was very pissed, and had to have the full builders breakfast on the Fri morning, with not just the fry-up, but the chips to soak up the night before. Even I couldn't squeeze lunch in after that (though of course, dinner was another matter…).
H then had his Xmas work bash on Fri eve, ended up missing the last train home and called me for a lift. Which might have been ok, but for the fact that he was in BRIGHTON. I had that 'am I being a mean unreasonable wife' thought for at least a nano second before sugesting he get a hotel room and the train back in the morning. I mean – hello, BRIGHTON?!
Then a very refined soiree at Apartements Holgate on Sat eve – excellent pumpkin soup as a starter, exactly what I shall be destined to eat for the whole of January if I stand any chance of ever fitting into any holiday clothes for our Feb jaunt to Thailand. From whence we might try and get to possibly Burma too – am hoping my stocking will have the Lonely Planet book in it, so we can work out if it really is poss to get in and do a week there after our first 7 days on the catamaran in Thai waters. New country opportunity not to be sniffed at! May even bring a cat home.
And then spent Sun playing hockey – yes, in the bloody hail, always a special joy – in a festive game of my lot, the Puritans vs Wimbledon my old Club. Still can't quite hit the high notes of the descant when we do the carols after, but gave it a good crack. Thank god Vicki was standing next to me also trying hard, and I could maybe blame the extra squeaky, too-old-to-quite-get-up-there notes on her…
And in-between, a shed load of house sorting, unpacking of boxes, realising that we've somehow got rid of every storage thing we had (mantlepieces, low rise units) and now have absolutely nowhere to put anything. Good job the understairs cupboard is a touch bigger now, lots of boxes hiding in there till Ross can build us some new woodtastic bits and bobs.
Ended up at 9pm last night having a huge row about builder access to his side return with the tosser next door – oh so festive – who is the biggest pompous nobjockey we've ever come across, and just what you need inthe run up to Xmas. Jockanese arsewipe, as H has now charmingly termed him.
And so to today – 2 more days in the office then 2 weeks off, bloody marvellous. See various of you over the Crimbo period, and if not, get a date in the diary for Jan now for some mutual lettuce leaf munching. And no, that's not a euphemism for something to do with hockey players, it does indeed mean green leaves and feeling hungry.
Hope those last Amazon Xmas packages arrive for you all soon….
Mrs Salad Dodger x