I hope you all had a good Easter weekend. Mine felt like any other weekend, but with slightly more alcohol than is usual.
First off, I had to work on Good Friday, so of course I had to have a good moan and a good old whinge about how I was working both Bank Holidays, and everyone else kind of had a choice. This wasn’t actually the case, but I was feeling sorry for myself at being dragged into work for a paltry 2 and a half hours.
Saturday was fab. Alex went down to London to meet his dad to watch Tottenham Hotspur play against Portsmouth (and they won! Yay!), so the kids and I went and had a late breakfast (almost brunch I guess) at Sainsburys. Then we went and bought educational books for pre-schoolers, with sheets of gold star stickers, and we bought Winnie The Pooh biscuit cutter shapes. Our day was set!
I spent a good hour and a half sat at the table with the kids, trying to explain the meaning of rhyme; “now think about this, does wall sound like frog, or does it sound like ball?” (whilst nodding furiously as I say the rhyming word!)
It was great fun, but I felt ready for a break after the first hour, so I distracted them with the prospect of getting messy making honey and chocolate Winnie cookies.
Once the cookies were cooled, and tasted (YUCK!), we settled down to a colouring-in session with a Spot The Dog book, and home came Alex armed with a chicken bhuna curry, pilau rice, nan bread and lamb koftas from our most favourite take away in the world.
Then we all snuggled up on the sofa and watched The Day After Tomorrow, which must have been riveting for the kids, as they both fell asleep!
I woke up yesterday (Sunday), and I was shattered, having spent the whole of the night before in bed, in complete agony (women’s problems, you know). So, Alex kindly took the kids out to the park where there was an Easter Egg Hunt and a bouncy castle.
They came home with rosy red cheeks, and Alex regaled tales of the geeky kids (I am so glad ours are not the geeky ones), who were dressed very prettily in Easter Bonnets with frilly, flowery dresses. Poor things.
Then Alex went off to the pub to meet a friend and watch (more) football……sigh.
We had arranged that we would go out for tea somewhere local, as a family, so I kind of expected he would be home for around 5pm at the latest.
His battery ran out on his phone…… conveniently! And it was getting ever closer to 6pm, let alone 5pm. He had texted me at 3:45 saying he would have one more, then he’d be home, but 2 hours later, and no sign of him.
By this point, I was starting to worry a little. This wasn’t like him, he was usually reliable, and he had felt guilty about going out in the first place, so panic set in a little. I got online and started to check local news sites, only to find; “Gunman enters pub and shoots drinkers!” OH MY GOODNESS. When I finally connected to the story, I noticed it was miles away, and two nights previous. Phew, although, still OH MY GOODNESS! How awful!
As I contemplated calling the police to see if anything had happened out there, I saw him stroll past the window to the door. It took a few seconds longer than usual for him to get inside the house, and as he staggered in giggling, I knew he’d just got carried away with the moment and got drunk!
So, I still made him take us all out for tea, and ensured I got to choose (he’s been harping on about going to this Greek restaurant as we always have Italian, for ages), so I chose Italian! Ha!
As he sat trying to concentrate on his menu, I thought “If you can’t beat em, join em”, so I ordered a bottle of Pinot Grigot, and proceeded to drink it all to myself. Delicious, although I didn’t think that this morning, or this afternoon, or this evening.
Still, it was a good meal all the same, apart from the shocking price, which was kind of my fault as punishment for him being late, drunk and embarrassing!
Shinymacage 