Birthday musings, ladies' willies and dreams of Lewis
Well hello folks, just wanted to thank you - and, of course, The Lads - for the wonderful birthday wishes. I had a marvellous one, the best for some time actually. Hubby cooked a yummy Tex Mex meal for the extended family which was wolfed down with relish by all, followed by my fave chocolate fudge cake from Costco. If you’re a member of the wholesalely-type place Costco, I urge you to try one sometime - it's simply sublime (and absolutely huge - last time we had one we sliced up and froze the leftovers and it kept us in puddings for days). I had some decent pressies and a respectable wodge of cash too, always useful when you’ve got to the ‘unpaid’ bit of your maternity leave, although the mind did boggle a bit at one of the pressies my mother-in-law gave me: the autobiography of Brenda Blethyn. I mean, I’ve leafed through it and it's reasonably interesting and everything (she was born only three months before a certain Mr Collins, you know), but, well…isn’t that just a little bit random, since I’ve never mentioned anything about Brenda B to Mum-In-Law, ever?! Ah well. Better than a poke in the eye with a shitty stick.
However one of my fave bits of the day was when I took some of my discarded birthday card envelopes and wrapping paper outside to our recycling bin at 8am. As GF has been off preschool for three weeks now, I have become somewhat used to leaving the house later in the day and already forgotten how lovely it is to feel the early morning summer sun on your face (‘cause it was actually sunny ‘til about 10am on that day!). And there was a certain crispness to the sun’s warmth, just the littlest hint that autumn is not too far away…and I LOVE the autumn.
On Sunday we went for a hangover-busting pub lunch with the in-laws, the highlight of which had to be when I took GF to the toilet and then realised I needed to go myself, so staying in the cubicle, I did…only to have GF call out for the whole of the Ladies to hear (and it was pretty busy, being Sunday lunchtime): “MUMMY, WHY HAVEN'T YOU GOT A WILLY?” Mind you, my Mum In Law was right to point out that it would have been a damn sight more embarrassing had he shouted out “MUMMY, WHY HAVE YOU GOT A WILLY?”! (Which I haven't, of course...it isn't all an elaborate double bluff, honest!).
Anyway, onto the bit I’m sure you all REALLY want to hear about…and that’s a rather strange and convoluted dream I had last night about Lewis Collins…
Lew was being interviewed and looked, and was dressed, very similarly to how he did when he was interviewed for Without Walls in 1996, knitted blue waistcoat, William Shatner hair and all. However, this interview was an undercover ‘expose’ type interview and he wasn’t aware he was being filmed, as apparently he had been involved in some sort of sex and vice scandal (I wish this bit had been clearer - why are dreams always so bloody vague?!). What was really sexy was that he was swearing and using the ‘F’ word loads (just like that bit near the end of WDW - really gets me going, that does), aswell as making some amusing camp gestures. What was NOT so sexy was that he was wearing WHITE denim jeans and he had his waistcoat on inside out, with its Marks and Sparks label clearly visible! The findings of this ‘expose’ culminated in Michelle leaving him to “take stock” and that is about where the dream ended. Bizarre, hmm? And also the only Lewis Collins dream I have had to date where alcohol hasn’t featured prominently. What does it all mean, eh…?