I would love to say that our breakfast trip to Wetherspoons on Sunday morning was in any way as entertaining as Saturday. Sadly, it wasn't. Our Saturday evening was rounded out by a trip to a Harvester, where Nic and I, despite telling each other that we must not be allowed to have pudding, both scoffed ice-cream. Nic's sister's baby was as good ( Read more... )

Part two of my weekend saga - and the funniest...

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The story of my recent few days comes in several posts. This is mostly due to the fact that a good chunk was written pen and paper in bars... But there you go. Here's part one.

And yes, the sanest part of my weekend was being photographed by a dwarf in a shopping centre.

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On Tuesday night, just before midnight, my Uncle Trevor died. He went into hospital in May and really, we all knew he wasn't going to make it. However, they told his wife he was dying on Saturday. Since then, he had been agitated and, on top of the morphine he was given, he was sedated. On Tuesday night, they called his family and told them to come ( Read more... )

Since I last posted, everything's gone a bit upsidey.

My Meggie is better. We think she had concussion.  I called my sister and told her to bring the kids 'round to say goodbye and, by the time they came 'round, Megs was starting to pick up.  She's got a bit of a lump under her eye and her legs are shakey, but she's absolutely fine again.


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I just got back from my interview today and reported to the parental unit.  Then, I cleared off to study.  My father noted that the following conversation occurred thereafter ( Read more... )

Today, that is a good description of me.

I have tomorrow off work to study, which I need to do, and to have my hair cut.  Hallelujah for that.

Today, after a run in with banks which I won't go into.... *grumbles... After work, I took myself off to MK. ( Cut for me waffling about hard drives and smelly stuff. )

My mother's kidney infection cum bout of gastro intiritis is probably shingles.

Fucking shingles.

*puts on biohazard suit*

She's been asked to go down the local hospital to have it checked.

*crosses everything and prays to echinacea*Definitely shingles. Poor mumsie ( Read more... )

My father has just shown me an occassional table he literally knocked together before breakfast.

And people wonder why I beleive in the impossible. :)