Thursday did the usual, got up....screamed at the kids to get up (several times), let the dogs out, made the lunches, sorted PE kits and then cleared the poop trail. Had a cuppa tea and some Nice biscuits and enjoyed the quiet of an empty house. Todays photographic intermissions are from my Dads 65th Birthday. We've had caravans on the Essex estuary or coastline from the time I was 10yo until Lara was a toddler and my parents moved to Gods Waiting Room (thats what my Dad calls it) at Frinton On Sea. Growing up my sisters and I would sit on the sea wall with Dad and his binocculars and look for winkle barges (Thames Barge). Dad would sit for ages watching those brown sailed boats, so for his retirement we booked him on a day out on a Thames Barge, mum couldn't go because of her arthritus (she hates boats too), little sis doesn't like boats, middle sis is disabled so that left me and I was more than happy to go. We booked it for June, even though Dads birthday was May in the hope of better weather - well that didnt work as you will see, it pee'd down all day!
my dad Peter - the old man of the sea!
So back to Thursday and I was meeting my ex-colleagues at the pub for lunch...but before I went I made two minced beef pasta bakes - Jacks plain and one for Tony and I with extra garlic, onion & peppers. Quite a productive morning. Straightened the hair I have, applied gunk to face, squirted favourite perfume and was ready for my audience.
The Potters Arms pub is within walking distance and on the other side of Tesco's carpark. Sue "with the surprise baby" Emily was also there so we coo'd over the gorgeous little bundle of joy and passed her round like a party game we all know! We stuffed our faces, bitched about our old manager and generally laughed a lot. Two and half hours of good times. I left just after 2pm and called into Tesco's for some fresh pasta for Sean & Lara and garlic bread. Home and the dogs were ecstatic to see me...or is it the fact they get a treat when I get home and let out to relieve themselves....I prefer option A but its more likely option B.
Jack wants his pasta bake before karate so pop that in the oven, the rest of us will eat on our return. So just before 6pm, Jack, Tony and I head off to the leisure centre, its now raining and dark and generally quite yukky. I phone Lara at 7pm and ask her to put the pasta bake in the oven and turn it up to number 4, so it wasn't long after we were home that I'd cooked the pasta for Lara with fresh pesto and Sean has his with butter and parmesan....and Tony and I were tucking into our pasta bake and there was enough left over for Tony's lunch on Friday at work.
My Uncle Andrew phoned with the details for Nan's funeral, its the same day as my bloodtest at Romford and as he informed me that he has told David (bio dad) about my tumour I have decided I am not going to the funeral, as there is more chance he will come and speak to me and I don't want or need that old wound picking over! I explained I may not be able to make it and Andrew said once they had sorted through Nan's stuff and photo's he would bring some over to me and I could have some if I wanted, this I would like. So, I emailed my mum the funeral arrangements as she wants to send flowers, just as she did for my grandad.
yep thats me, sat outside in the rain eating my lunch (told you nothing puts me off my food lol)
Now it time for Bones.....shhhhhh kids, shhhhhhhhhh Tony, shhhhhhhhhh dogs DB is on the screen! As Lara went upto bed at 9.15pm Ollie followed but came down quite quickly, a few minutes later Jack comes out of his bedroom and steps in a big old turd on our landing ........ there are sounds of gagging and "eurghhhhhhhhhhhhh" from upstairs and the pungent smell of puppy poo reached our lounge. Thankfully Tony went armed with the Vanish Spray, kitchen roll and disposable rubber gloves. Ollie was shaking and knew he did wrong .... seems our puppy doesn't like pooping in the rain as he turned his nose from the door several times during the evening. Lets hope that doesn't become a habit! Not a bad Bones episode and finished off the evening just nicely, Sean even made his Mum a cuppa tea halfway through, now thats service!
Thought for the day:
If one does not know to which port one is sailing, no wind is favorable.
Seneca
