I am getting quite panicked today
For no good reason I feel like climbing the walls.
Team F went for a "Quiet Night In" on Saturday. Me and Rock Chic decided to have a few glasses of wine while watching the coverage on the Pope's death. The archbishop was almost in tears, as was Mary mcAleese.
Peregrine joined us insisting he was only drinking lemon barley water.
Switch to 1am - we had run out of booze and decided to hit the suburbs. We didn't want town as we didn't want to see anyone. So we went to Tramco - the cheesiest disco ever, full of badly dressed people and a DJ who spoke down the mike. Classy.
After it shut we had the bright idea of heading for the late night Indian to get more beer and go back to Rock Chic's for a singsong. But by the time we got there it was very late and I realised I was rather the worse for wear and had to get up for a four hour bus journey to see the family. I only realised this after I told Robbie Thing his band were deadly.
So we rang Jag Tony as we couldn't get a cab. He couldn't pick us up for 15 minutes so we walked to meet him and SHOCK! HORROR! He has changed his car! Lexus Tony just doesn't have the same ring to it.
Of course I missed the first bus and had to do the journey as ever reeking of lager with a brutal hangover.
Got home to see my mum all teary about the Pope and had to point out that the poor man really needed a break.
Went to see my pals - Baby M now refers to me as "auntie" Hurrah!.
Got back late last night and had to go into battle with the woodlice again. Didn't have enough time to putty up the gaps in the bathroom but washed down the windows and put powder along the ledges. And of course I have the bleepy thing that's supposed to keep them out but doesn't. That'll teach the little fuckers......
Dangerous is back from visiting London - we are meeting tonight after work and I am rather excited as I missed him when he was away. But I refuse to tell him that.
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