Just cracked open a cold 1 up on the Isle of Skye Weather finally broke to let us get there for a few nights. Not much of a signal up here but the scenery is to die for. I'll post up some pics when we get home.
corkscrew at the ready here! bowl of olives and a glass of chianti! monday morning sems a long way away!
I'm just waiting for my wine delivery O/H is picking up a couple of bottles on his way home from work.Hes so well trained.........
I've had an unfair time advantage over you guys today as I started at 12ish. All I can say is thanks to the chap who invented auto complete and ask, are your teeth supposed to itch?
GF has got a chicken in (the oven, that is) and a couple bottles are chillin', innit? Almost done here, so shower shave n a shit and up to her house fer some scran, booze n other stuff......
Finishing the bottle of Western Australian white I started last night, while enjoying the Athletics. Go Team GB
I've had a god afternoon blast and am now on my way out for a bottle of wine, not sure what colour yet!
I'm not certain I'll make the bed Ash. I was just cheering a replay, thinking Victoria Pendleton had won another Gold.
Well a bottle is open and looking back at the week, A bit war and piece I know but bear with me it will make your week seem much better then mine. Do you know what…being on leave is more tiring and a damn sight more expensive and stressful than being at work? I don’t think I have stopped for a moment. Given Ling had her eyes done last Friday I was hoping to kick back on the sofa, eat to much, drink to much and above all sleep to much. But that all went tits up when I had a phone call from my oldest son on Sunday to say that John (his step dad) had a good bonus this year and without Dan knowing it had gone out and brought a him a small end of terrace house in Sutton Coldfield for him to move into before he goes to University in September. Ok, I know the fella has a very very well paid job but fcuk me a good bonus to me would buy me a tricolour Panigale not a bloody house!. Dan then went on to say that new flooring, carpets, windows and bath room was going in but can you give me a hand with a few other bits and bobs. Yes son what do you need I naively asked. Hundreds of pounds later and two trips over to Sutton later with my estate car full off new “bits and bobs” later and he is about all set to move in when the work is done. I have also set up a standing order to pay a not insignificant amount of money per month into his account to help with the bills (student bar, local curry house and off licence bill mainly no doubt) I don’t mind spending the money as it’s a drop in the ocean to what my ex wife and her husband have done and continue to do for him and his younger bother (my other son) I also sent my ex wife a text asking if John would like to adopt me as well, funny enough I didn’t even get any reply. I also went over to see my mother and take her out for dinner. What is it about old people, in particular your own parents that they can without even knowing it say the most hurtful and barbed comments without even knowing they are doing it. She was at her vicious smiling best and I was wishing we were Eskimos and with winter approaching. I wouldn’t mind but my brother lives ten minutes away whilst I am 120 miles. I call and go and see her far more then him and still it’s not good enough. Keep Smiling and off we went to a really nice Indian restaurant. During the meal out of the blue she came out with the comment “did you know Muslims can by law have sex with their wives after they have died”……After spitting a mouthful of Cobra into my Vindaloo I closed my eyes counted to ten before opening them again only for Ling to look me in the eyes and asked me “did your mother really say that or have I died and gone to hell”. I wish I was making it up, I wish I had the imagination to make it up. I shit you not…. It happened; the worst part is now I keep contemplating Googling it to see if she bloody is right. My youngest son is away with him best mate at his parents villa in Spain for three weeks and I have just heard this week for sure that he has blown me out for our week together at the end of the month in favour of going away with my ex wife and John to Canada. I can’t really say I blame him but it doesn’t blunt the blow any less. After all this crap this week the Euro tunnel booked for Sunday, no real idea where we are going, could turn right could turn left the other side of the tunnel who knows. So I think I deserve a fcuking drink, and on that note I am opening the second bottle, with a third lined up ready. Cheers.
Forecast looks shit for tomorrow, might as well finish this bottle....was hoping for at least a dry morning to pop out to loomies for breakfast....oh well #fuckitwhynot
A wise man once said Life's a piece of shit, and when you look at it Life's a laugh and death's the joke, it's true You see, it's all a show, keep them laughing as you go Just remember the last laugh is on you ALL TOGETHER NOW! Always look on the bright side of life And always look on the right side of life Always look on the bright side of life And always look on the right side of life
Am I right in the assumption that the lovely Mrs J has already rolled her eyes into the back off her head and left you sitting in your own imminent piss puddle drunken mess. AND how come you started at lunchtime while I was at bloody Ikea…
