Ah, that’s better.
The sun is shining again,
I managed to skillfully catch Zachy managed to do a big poo on the potty over the weekend and he only got up once in the night for a cuddle.
So, by last week’s standards, things are definitely looking up!
On Friday night, I had an impromptu catch-up with an old friend over a bottle of wine.
Only, this particular friend lives in NYC so we chatted over Skype and I was the only one drinking wine, as it was the middle of the afternoon over there and that would just be wrong.
Two hours later, I was really quite sozzled but definitely in much higher spirits!
I hope she is not regretting having me over to visit in a couple of weeks time… have another Skype session scheduled this weekend for agenda planning and wardrobe consultation, so I will make sure to be fully dressed with brassiere firmly on this time… and must also brief the Greek God(zilla) not to wander around in the background wearing just his underpants and a thermal white vest.
On Saturday afternoon, we drove to another friend’s house in Bucks to help celebrate her birthday. The weather was appalling but we had lots of fun lounging in the Moroccan tent she had pitched up in her garden.
Taking a two-year old to an grown-up’s party is probably the most boring thing in the world for him to do, but everyone was so sweet to him. Such gorgeous people going out of their way to entertain a little boy when there was drinking to be done and speeches to deliver.
Luckily, the Barbie themed bathroom kept him entertained for the most part. The drum kit for the rest. But by 6.30pm he had had enough and asked us to take him home. Our lovely host walked us to the garden gate and with a big hug and an even bigger flash of her boobs, she bid us farewell and we were on our way.
The Greek God(zilla) and I have never been particularly lucky in the long car journey department. It goes without saying that the SatNav was
ignored giving out the wrong information so we took a wrong turn, ended up in a previously undiscovered part of London and there was much shouting and swearing (not by me, I might add).
This meant we were not home to watch the first Live Show of The Voice, live. Also, that I missed tweeting with Will.i.am throughout! Such a shame, as I like to think he would have enjoyed my very intellectual running commentary…
ooh, the results format is a bit like Strictly now #thevoiceuk
loving Tyler James now #thevoiceuk
all those backing dancers make it a bit too much like the ‘other show’ #thevoiceuk
they have to send home one of their own acts? #harsh #thevoiceuk
why is that man crying? #thevoiceuk
In all the excitement, I forgot to get dressed all day yesterday and lounged around the house in my PJs all day long. It was almost my favourite part of the entire weekend.
How was your weekend? Did you tweet with Will.i.am during The Voice Live Show? Did the coaches make the right decisions? Is drunk Skyping the new drunk dialling?
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