I wanted..
..a peaceful weekend. Did I get it. Did I heck.
Saturday...
Get up, be at GCH for 9.30 to help him clear out garage. Clear out garage. Leave at 12 to go home and get ready for S&C to come and give me a lift to costco. Go to costco and spend £90 on wine, olives and chicken. Not bad for a man not drinking this month....
Get home, meet up with P&V and little R and go for a game of badminton. Try to explain to V that since she's never played before she's going to have trouble serving. She has trouble beleiving this since it's just hitting shuttle cock. Spend an hour with the shuttle cock going lots of place but mainly not where it's meant to go. But V enjoyed her self.
Get home, get shower, head straight back out. Round to GCH for a curry to say thank you for helping him. Eat curry at which point an driving hail storm decends on leeds. Look out and think "I really don't want to go anywhere in this".
In the end get up and go to S&C party. Getting cold and wet by the time I get there. Arrive feeling rotton, tired and in need of a drink. Which I'm not allowed.... Nor is there any food there I nibble on. And of course fruit juice is high in charbs. But frankly enough is enough and I drink a load of apple juice. Feel rough, get lift home. Collapse into bed.
Sunday. Play badminton, do some shopping, play conmputer game, do somewashing up. Try and work out what is going on in the heads of my monday night game players over MSN. Oh there all so going to die!
Saturday...
Get up, be at GCH for 9.30 to help him clear out garage. Clear out garage. Leave at 12 to go home and get ready for S&C to come and give me a lift to costco. Go to costco and spend £90 on wine, olives and chicken. Not bad for a man not drinking this month....
Get home, meet up with P&V and little R and go for a game of badminton. Try to explain to V that since she's never played before she's going to have trouble serving. She has trouble beleiving this since it's just hitting shuttle cock. Spend an hour with the shuttle cock going lots of place but mainly not where it's meant to go. But V enjoyed her self.
Get home, get shower, head straight back out. Round to GCH for a curry to say thank you for helping him. Eat curry at which point an driving hail storm decends on leeds. Look out and think "I really don't want to go anywhere in this".
In the end get up and go to S&C party. Getting cold and wet by the time I get there. Arrive feeling rotton, tired and in need of a drink. Which I'm not allowed.... Nor is there any food there I nibble on. And of course fruit juice is high in charbs. But frankly enough is enough and I drink a load of apple juice. Feel rough, get lift home. Collapse into bed.
Sunday. Play badminton, do some shopping, play conmputer game, do somewashing up. Try and work out what is going on in the heads of my monday night game players over MSN. Oh there all so going to die!