15/06/2007
Finally the weekend arrives, three whole days with the two of us off together. It's fair to say the weekend would either be a huge success or a rancid disaster.
So after getting excited i realised that before we could head down to essex we needed one more thing. Sorry that should be person. Beryl. It could have been worse, she only started to cry once on the journey and she didn't moan when we overtook other cars. Overall I think she might have made a conscious effort so I can't really complain.
We arrived mid afternoon (around 2 ish) the kids were still at school yet the house was a hive of activity. Being a guest I unpacked our stuff, helped Beryl into the house and to a seat then started by making tea and coffee for everyone. Andrew was there (as usual) but Tom had decided to give him another go after judging that particular book by it's cover the last time we met him. tables were moved, beds were dismantled and reassembled, the kitchen was cleaned and the house dusted for good measure. All but the dusting seemed to be done by Andrew!? Oh that's until he decided to leave his glass of wine on top of the fridge, Micheal dusted and knocked the glass, this dropped at speed and just missed the side of Robert's head before shattering on the tile floor. Robert screamed in shock, Micheal got annoyed with him an argument between two of the most stubborn people I know ensued and Robert being about half Mike's size and only 10 years old promptly lost (but only by a slim margin). With glass spread across the floor and Robert screaming and banging up in his room the gents decided to go and buy ice. Makes sense really.
Well the rest of the afternoon went ok, Robert calmed down, we played a couple of games with Lauren and then went out to meet our mates over at (this is taking tremendous concentration to use the correct name) The Bitter End. The night was realy good, Norb did a no show (surprised?) but the others were there, Jon and Jo were on good form and Pedro is clearly loving his new career as a teacher. It was so good to catch up with them all as I haven't seem them for a few months now.
Anyway we didn't stay all night as we knew that the next day we wouldn't get any sleep, so we headed back about half 10. As we snuck through the door so as not to wake the kids the conversation we overheard is almost beyond belief. They needed to get more ice. And dear God even though they went and got more the following day they still decided they were short a good few bags. That's global warming for you.
So after getting excited i realised that before we could head down to essex we needed one more thing. Sorry that should be person. Beryl. It could have been worse, she only started to cry once on the journey and she didn't moan when we overtook other cars. Overall I think she might have made a conscious effort so I can't really complain.
We arrived mid afternoon (around 2 ish) the kids were still at school yet the house was a hive of activity. Being a guest I unpacked our stuff, helped Beryl into the house and to a seat then started by making tea and coffee for everyone. Andrew was there (as usual) but Tom had decided to give him another go after judging that particular book by it's cover the last time we met him. tables were moved, beds were dismantled and reassembled, the kitchen was cleaned and the house dusted for good measure. All but the dusting seemed to be done by Andrew!? Oh that's until he decided to leave his glass of wine on top of the fridge, Micheal dusted and knocked the glass, this dropped at speed and just missed the side of Robert's head before shattering on the tile floor. Robert screamed in shock, Micheal got annoyed with him an argument between two of the most stubborn people I know ensued and Robert being about half Mike's size and only 10 years old promptly lost (but only by a slim margin). With glass spread across the floor and Robert screaming and banging up in his room the gents decided to go and buy ice. Makes sense really.
Well the rest of the afternoon went ok, Robert calmed down, we played a couple of games with Lauren and then went out to meet our mates over at (this is taking tremendous concentration to use the correct name) The Bitter End. The night was realy good, Norb did a no show (surprised?) but the others were there, Jon and Jo were on good form and Pedro is clearly loving his new career as a teacher. It was so good to catch up with them all as I haven't seem them for a few months now.
Anyway we didn't stay all night as we knew that the next day we wouldn't get any sleep, so we headed back about half 10. As we snuck through the door so as not to wake the kids the conversation we overheard is almost beyond belief. They needed to get more ice. And dear God even though they went and got more the following day they still decided they were short a good few bags. That's global warming for you.
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