A flat tyre

A flat tyre

The Greek God(zilla), Zachy and I were all invited to Sunday lunch at a friends house a couple of weeks ago. 

These friends live locally to us, probably no more than a 20-min walk away (downhill) or if you are feeling lazy, a 3-min drive. 

The Greek God(zilla) was feeling lazy.

Not that he would ever say that. 

What he actually said was:

‘I’m not drinking today, love.  I will have just one beer and drive back later.  I want to have an early night and wake up feeling fresh for work in the morning.’

Yeah, right.

What then often happens, is that following his one beer at a friend’s house/Yiayia’s house/pub/restaurant/party, the Greek God(zilla) gets a taste for more, and changes his mind.

‘It is up to you’  I replied.  ‘But, I am definitely having a glass of wine today, so if you think you might change your mind, we should probably walk.’

‘No, love.  I’ll drive.’

Famous last words.

Of course, as soon as we arrived at our friend’s house and the Greek God(zilla) had his first sip of a refreshing ice cold beer, he changed his mind.

‘Come on’  said our host.  ‘I’ll follow you home in my car and bring you back’.

So off they went.

But in his haste to return quickly to the fine selection of ales chilling in the fridge, the Greek God(zilla)  bumped the kerb a little bit outside our house and parked with the back left wheel slightly up on the pavement.

‘Just slightly’ he said

‘No big deal, love’ he said.

More of those famous last words.

We had a lovely afternoon and were treated to roast pork belly & crackling with roast potatoes, parsnips, red cabbage and carrots, all washed down with delicious red wine. 

We laughed a lot, the kids played nicely together and the idea of a child-free/husband-free girls weekend in NYC was thrown about.

Eventually, it was time to get Zachy home for bed, so we gave thanks, bid farewell and started the 25-min walk home(uphill) full of food and merry on wine.

‘Are you sure it is ok to leave the car like that overnight?’ I asked, inspecting my husband’s parking skills in the dark.

‘No big deal, love’ he repeated.

The next morning, the Greek God(zilla) left for work as usual only to return 10-minutes later.

‘Car’s got a puncture, love.  We’d better call the AA out.’

 The moral of this story is obviously drinking good/driving bad. 

And men can’t park for shit.

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  1. Noo
    March 2, 2012 / 6:22 PM

    Mark refuses to park. He’s shit at it. He gets cross, jumps out and makes me do it.

    • Grenglish
      March 2, 2012 / 7:06 PM

      haha, I’ve had to do this too! I am ok at parking, really don’t know what the big deal is 😉

  2. March 3, 2012 / 8:10 PM

    haha oh dear, I wonder if it would have been “no big deal love” if you’d done it?! 🙂 x

    • Grenglish
      March 4, 2012 / 11:56 AM

      I suspect it would have been a very big deal indeed, RM! xx

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