Welsh w/end
Lovely, lovely w/end had - I could just do with a holiday to recover!
Drove to Newport on Friday for a wedding reception. The M6 was atrocious, so we arrived at the hotel later than planned, and were forced to have a v expensive BK halfway lest we expire en route. There was much foolish dancing and larking about in the evening, and a buffet that disappeared so quickly it beggared belief. Luckily we sent out an envoy for things-on-sticks early on in the proceedings or we would've wasted away in the corner.
Saturday, we met everyone for a family breakfast and natter (and what a marvellous repast it was), and then drove over to Cardiff. We dropped in on some friends for a quick cuppa, but we should've known better, for we ended up spending over 4hrs with them! The weather was cool but lovely, so we spent some of it sat in their garden, and some of it in the local beer garden. Mr W and I got a sunburned elbow apiece and I got a glowing nose to match! We made it to the hotel in time to turn around a go back out again. We'd booked a table in our favourite restaurant, and were joined by 3 chums for munchings. We met up with another 2 afterwards in a nearby bar, and boggled at the sights paraded before us: we saw a group of air hostesses; a group of Harry Hills; a group of pirates; a group of girls in tutus (more Mavis the fat fairy than Darcy Bustle); a group of men in inexplicable wigs; and an astonishing array of body parts on display. Quite a lot of which shouldn't have been. Wow.
We had to shout quite loud over the music, which lead to a misheard conversation about the naming of genitalia, which caused my minge to be christened "Eric Cuntona". Inspired!
Sunday, we grabbed a Total Full On in Cafe Calcio and headed up to Gloucestershire to watch my nephew play rugby, and to collect The Stepmother. We got back home just in time for a swift meal before heading out to our Swing into Spring concert. As usual, boiling and with shocking bar service, but great fun.
Monday we packed a picnic and spent the day at Lyme Park. Most civilised. Fed the ducks, wandered round the house, had tea and cake in the cafe and ate in the woods overlooking the lake.
Got back in time for my singing lesson which went well: I've lost the mysterious harmonics which I'd picked up on Top G, so I was able to finish the Handel piece that had caused it, and have moved on to a very interesting piece by Michael Head. Normally I'm OK with the notes as I can sight-sing, and it's the technical aspects which I have to work on. But this one's all over the place (and the accompaniment's no help at all), so I think it's going to take some beating. *rubs hands together gleefully*
Yesterday, I fully intended to come back into work after dropping The Stepmother off at the station, but I completely failed to do so. Staying at home and doing lots of chores while watching hours of mindless TV seemed to be the way forward. Got loads done without feeling like I'd been rushing about. We both had an evening in as well, so was able to stuff myself with Mr W's cuisine (that is not a euphamism) and put my feet up.
Coming back into work today has been a bit of a shock to the system though! Surprisingly I've had quite a productive day, which is a little disturbing: I can only assume that my subconscious has been busy working while my conscious has been busy wishing I was back in bed. Hurrah!
Drove to Newport on Friday for a wedding reception. The M6 was atrocious, so we arrived at the hotel later than planned, and were forced to have a v expensive BK halfway lest we expire en route. There was much foolish dancing and larking about in the evening, and a buffet that disappeared so quickly it beggared belief. Luckily we sent out an envoy for things-on-sticks early on in the proceedings or we would've wasted away in the corner.
Saturday, we met everyone for a family breakfast and natter (and what a marvellous repast it was), and then drove over to Cardiff. We dropped in on some friends for a quick cuppa, but we should've known better, for we ended up spending over 4hrs with them! The weather was cool but lovely, so we spent some of it sat in their garden, and some of it in the local beer garden. Mr W and I got a sunburned elbow apiece and I got a glowing nose to match! We made it to the hotel in time to turn around a go back out again. We'd booked a table in our favourite restaurant, and were joined by 3 chums for munchings. We met up with another 2 afterwards in a nearby bar, and boggled at the sights paraded before us: we saw a group of air hostesses; a group of Harry Hills; a group of pirates; a group of girls in tutus (more Mavis the fat fairy than Darcy Bustle); a group of men in inexplicable wigs; and an astonishing array of body parts on display. Quite a lot of which shouldn't have been. Wow.
We had to shout quite loud over the music, which lead to a misheard conversation about the naming of genitalia, which caused my minge to be christened "Eric Cuntona". Inspired!
Sunday, we grabbed a Total Full On in Cafe Calcio and headed up to Gloucestershire to watch my nephew play rugby, and to collect The Stepmother. We got back home just in time for a swift meal before heading out to our Swing into Spring concert. As usual, boiling and with shocking bar service, but great fun.
Monday we packed a picnic and spent the day at Lyme Park. Most civilised. Fed the ducks, wandered round the house, had tea and cake in the cafe and ate in the woods overlooking the lake.
Got back in time for my singing lesson which went well: I've lost the mysterious harmonics which I'd picked up on Top G, so I was able to finish the Handel piece that had caused it, and have moved on to a very interesting piece by Michael Head. Normally I'm OK with the notes as I can sight-sing, and it's the technical aspects which I have to work on. But this one's all over the place (and the accompaniment's no help at all), so I think it's going to take some beating. *rubs hands together gleefully*
Yesterday, I fully intended to come back into work after dropping The Stepmother off at the station, but I completely failed to do so. Staying at home and doing lots of chores while watching hours of mindless TV seemed to be the way forward. Got loads done without feeling like I'd been rushing about. We both had an evening in as well, so was able to stuff myself with Mr W's cuisine (that is not a euphamism) and put my feet up.
Coming back into work today has been a bit of a shock to the system though! Surprisingly I've had quite a productive day, which is a little disturbing: I can only assume that my subconscious has been busy working while my conscious has been busy wishing I was back in bed. Hurrah!