Or more like 1am on an Easter Monday morning. Am coming to the conclusion that insomnia is not helped by drinks containing taurine :) Still have finally managed to start cleaning the house in preparation for my Mums impending visit.
Suppose Id better try wind down soon or Blake & I will never make it to the Jamba Samba Band at St Ives. Now Im hoping its as much fun as it sounds seeing as the Easter egg hunt was a complete washout. I had my reservations about a group in a church hall but the promised bouncy castle & bacon butties persuaded me to give it a go! The morning didnt get off to the best start. I stood on a plug (not sure whether it was a good thing that it was the other foot to the one I got glass in during the week, thought Id stood on a very sharp stone :) so late & limping we made it to said church hall to be handed a scavengar hunter type sheet- with religious clues :( - & be told people might meet up at the end back in the hall, it might be a good idea for you to join someone else. Who exactly the gaggle of laughing departing women, the benign looking couple. After missing the first two clues (I *&^ing hate scavengar hunts, this was not the sedate hidden eggs in the churchyard Id imagined) Blake & I broke away to play in the park & do a bit of shopping. We had a lovely time in the park, being quite early it was only us until Tallulah, her chav Mum & her chainsmoking Granny crashed the party.
Im so glad its lovely & sunny else I think I might cry. I started talking to a guy online who reminds me of who I used to be. Dont think he quite understood when I said him describing a gig made me feel homesick. I should be OK shouldve got through all the tough stuff. Blakes getting to be far more fun now & theres going to be so much new stuff I can show him/ teach him whilst I get to act like a big kid & see the world through new eyes. Yeah sometimes itd be great to have someone to share Blake with the burden the joy but for now as the online chap said "Blakes your sin" (sic)
Sunday, 24 April 2011
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Sorry Slade!
Ok so background narrative? (Scene setting? Wish Id actually completed that Writers Bureau course now!)
The first band my son saw was "The Bar Steward Sons of Val Doonican" his first film "World's Greatest Dad" just hope he grows up with a similar sense of humor!
Wish I could say he was planned. I knew I wanted a child, the biological clock had been kicking for a few years but the plan was to have some more fun, get a counselling job, meet Mr Right, get married (though probably not one of those big white dos seeing as I was never christened!) & then have a baby.
However what actually happened was I took Mr Very wrong to Australia for his 30th- he had promised me that all his problems would melt away in the land of opportunity & that one day we could move out there and live happily ever after (yeah right!) It was a wonderful holiday despite things between us having deteriorated to the point where we nearly travelled separately- think he was banking on fact that Id be depenant on him & his mate in Syndneys spare room (no chance mate survived Egypt on my own so reckoned Aus would be a little safer/ easier) So yeah wonderful snorkelling in the barrier reef, chasing a dingo on Fraser Island (was afterwards told theyre a bit more dangerous than dogs!), stargazing at Ayers Rock etc etc etc but to be honest wouldve been the holiday of a lifetime with someone who wasnt such a miserable bastard & didnt just want to stay & get pissed with his mates at Coogee Bay :)
So we got back from Aus via Hong Kong my asthma having deteriorated to the point where I had the worst cough the practise nurse had seen in his 20 year career. I knew the relationship was dead in the water however it was a couple of months before my 30th birthday & a big part of me didnt want to enter that decade alone. Think it wouldve been a case of sense will out had it not been for a call from my ex's Dad.
I was at a leaving do for a policeman with a funny name (nope not gonna put it on here!) Id had too many mojitos to join the game of pool- so was free to take the phonecall. He went on at great length about what a great person I was and how fantastic I was for my ex. I dont know whether it was his intention to guilt trip me into staying with him but it worked.... long enough for him to get me up the duff anyway!
My 30th was spent getting hammered at the Cavern Club. Thank God the rest of it was a lot more sedate and involved Chinese buffets, Gormley statues & Angels & Demons (the film that is!) A couple of weeks later I went to Home Bargains & got a pregnancy test, bottle of wine & a lot of chocolate. The test was positive, the wine went in the rack to gather dust! The chocolate however.... Of course I didnt trust a test from Home Bargains completely but the one from Boots in the toilets at work the next day confirmed things.
Pregnant........................... t b c
The first band my son saw was "The Bar Steward Sons of Val Doonican" his first film "World's Greatest Dad" just hope he grows up with a similar sense of humor!
Wish I could say he was planned. I knew I wanted a child, the biological clock had been kicking for a few years but the plan was to have some more fun, get a counselling job, meet Mr Right, get married (though probably not one of those big white dos seeing as I was never christened!) & then have a baby.
However what actually happened was I took Mr Very wrong to Australia for his 30th- he had promised me that all his problems would melt away in the land of opportunity & that one day we could move out there and live happily ever after (yeah right!) It was a wonderful holiday despite things between us having deteriorated to the point where we nearly travelled separately- think he was banking on fact that Id be depenant on him & his mate in Syndneys spare room (no chance mate survived Egypt on my own so reckoned Aus would be a little safer/ easier) So yeah wonderful snorkelling in the barrier reef, chasing a dingo on Fraser Island (was afterwards told theyre a bit more dangerous than dogs!), stargazing at Ayers Rock etc etc etc but to be honest wouldve been the holiday of a lifetime with someone who wasnt such a miserable bastard & didnt just want to stay & get pissed with his mates at Coogee Bay :)
So we got back from Aus via Hong Kong my asthma having deteriorated to the point where I had the worst cough the practise nurse had seen in his 20 year career. I knew the relationship was dead in the water however it was a couple of months before my 30th birthday & a big part of me didnt want to enter that decade alone. Think it wouldve been a case of sense will out had it not been for a call from my ex's Dad.
I was at a leaving do for a policeman with a funny name (nope not gonna put it on here!) Id had too many mojitos to join the game of pool- so was free to take the phonecall. He went on at great length about what a great person I was and how fantastic I was for my ex. I dont know whether it was his intention to guilt trip me into staying with him but it worked.... long enough for him to get me up the duff anyway!
My 30th was spent getting hammered at the Cavern Club. Thank God the rest of it was a lot more sedate and involved Chinese buffets, Gormley statues & Angels & Demons (the film that is!) A couple of weeks later I went to Home Bargains & got a pregnancy test, bottle of wine & a lot of chocolate. The test was positive, the wine went in the rack to gather dust! The chocolate however.... Of course I didnt trust a test from Home Bargains completely but the one from Boots in the toilets at work the next day confirmed things.
Pregnant........................... t b c
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