Then suddenly it was Tuesday and, therefore, nearly Friday again.

Too much happening (man) to keep this up this week.  Excellent weekend hanging with girlie friends on Fri evening and most of Saturday.   Staying up late, drinking wine and putting the world to rights.  Then the next morning (only just ) we sorted out birthday parties and I finally got to Christy Birds.  It's even better than I imagined.  Lots of cool stuff like butchers pigs and weighing scales, dolls houses (burn 'em so the dolls have no where to live - HATE dolls), tables and hatstands.  Deadly.  Home and so, so, so sleepy.

Sunday we were meant to be having dinner in my bros new apartment but . . . .  the in laws offered to take the kids for the ENTIRE day which meant me and D. had the ENTIRE day to ourselves.  Hmmm?  Dinner or freedom?  We chose, obviously, freedom.  And it was fab.  Lunch in the grange then a drive around then off to see Salt (don't bother!) and then home to bed.  Yayayayayya. 

Back to normal on Monday.  The borrowed boy was returned and he's feeling better.  The mad uncle from California came to visit.  At this moment in time we're on the second litre of whiskey and, well, what more can I say?  He's brilliant.  He says a lot of the things you think but would NEVER ever have the nerve to say out loud.  Things so bad I'm afraid to even type them down in case I'm judged.  And you would judge me.  Promise.  He's a dude, sounds like he's only ever visited here not at all like he's lived here for the first 26 years of his life.  He smokes lots.  Drinks more.  Stays up late and at 78 he's still going strong.  Am quite sure that he would cark it should he ever give up on any of his vices.  Include horses and golfing here.  Kids idolise him too as he takes them to the candy shop and the ice cream parlour and calls them kiddo.  What's not to like?

Met A and A for a very quick cup of coffee.  So quick there was no point me even ordering.  I miss females.  Females that aren't reptiles.  I miss hanging out with women.  Is it too much to ask for that I have just a bit of female company every day.  Jesus, even every OTHER day would do me.  Swear to god, one day I'm going to go and pee and find myself standing to do it.