The Sozzled Mumble

Relegated to the bedroom - and not for anything fun - Liverpool are playing Chelsea tonight again and I can't bear being in the same room as the fella when its on. He turns into a different person when the match isn't going his way. There are lots of frustrated grunts and harumps and aarrrggghhh's - not bothered what the neighbours might think as we heard them.....how shall I say....getting to know each other a bit better. Bleurr. So now they know each other 10 seconds more than they did before. Tee-hee.

At least I have Property Ladder to keep me company. If I was mesmerised by Jennifer Love Hewitts breasts they are nothing compared to the originator of TV boob - Sarah Beeny. Magnificent.

Ah, half way through the working week and there's overtime on Friday, sod that though I'm looking forward to my 4 day weekend! Although we're having a 'cheap month' this month so we're not actually going anywhere or doing anything, except maybe going out for some lunch.

Forgot about my car tax - which is up tomorrow - so I have to shlep down to the post-office and hope that I can get served within the measly half hour I get for my lunch. So, that'll be about £120 for the year - not a good start to our 'cheap month.' There's always something isn't there?

1st fitting for my wedding dress on Friday - get to finally put it on again - I've been promised bucks fizz this time round as well.

Some little chav bastard has graffiti-ed on my car!!!

It's small but enough to set me off chomping through an entire large bag of malteasers and now I'm onto the Smirnoff Ice. God damn it!!! Who do these shits think they are?? The fella reckons it'll come off but Im sure it's a series of scratches and not paint. I only hope what goes around comes around and some-one scratches his face off.

I had a lovely morning today as well. Tits.

Why is the internet soooooo slooooooow tooooooday?????

I can't think of anything good to write about so here's a pic of a street performer in the wonderful Barcelona.

So the fella returned all cling-filmed up with flecks off blood trying to escape.

The tattoo came back unfilled and shade-less - it took an hour to draw the thing on his arm and then another hour to just do the outline. It looks cool actually. It'll take another couple of sessions to finish it then I can post it here in its glory.

In other states....my podgey stomach looks the same despite 240(ish) ab crunches a week for about a month. "Give it time" the fella says, I'm slowly running out of patience and the urge to visit Greggs and ask for 10 cream buns and a few eclairs is coming all the more hard to resist. But resist I shall......I may as well see this ab thing out for another few months just to see if I can get where I want to be.

Thought there was some-one in the flat there when I got home.

So I had a hefty look in the rooms, all 4 of them - with my back to the wall, as you do - and there wasn't anyone there. mmmm.

I could've sworn the door was unlocked?

The fella will be sitting rigid with pain getting his birthday tattoo done right now.

Also, lack of blog posts from a lot of my friends who usually have something to say every day. What's going on here?

And I think I have now got completely fed up with facebook. Oh well.

Took over 5 hours to get down to Worthing/Brighton on Saturday (damn London traffic) but it was totally worth it. My friend looks lovely and round....and happy. Because she lives far from me I thought it was important to get to see her as the baby grows. I want to be part of the process of the pregnancy - even if it's just for an overnight visit a few times before the big day.

I had my first falafal whilst there and it was ok. Bit fussy with food so I was surprised that it was so nice since it has yuck chick-peas in it. Today we had a lovely stroll along Worthing beach and luckily the rain held off for us so we could enjoy the early morning sun. Made it back today in 4 hours - yee-haa.

So, the fella came second in the 'beard-off' and I forgot to get him to shave it on friday as I was busy packing and thinking about my weekend to remember - thus he got to keep it for the weekend and show it off to my friends....who were totally disloyal and said they liked it. (Caught him looking at a picture he took of the thing and I felt a bit guilty for making him shave it off. )

Opened my mailbox today and out popped a package.

"What's this? I haven't ordered anything have I," methinks suspiciously.

Had a whiff of the thing, "Can't smell semtex." Shook it, "No white powder falling out here."

Delicately tearing at the corner of the padded envelope I squeezed my eyes closed waiting for a pop or a bang.

Looking inside, "Seems to be a book. I didn't order this did I"

I let it flop out onto the bed and it was a book. There was no slip inside the envelope giving me clues to why it had arrived.

Procession of the Dead by D.B.Shan

Who would send me this? I thought. Is this some kind of sick message???

Memory running back to me I realised that this was a prize! I had won a competition from the boys and girls who run Frightfest. For the second time in as many years I have won a prize from these excellent people (first time was a DVD called The Mangler Reborn)

I. Am. Winner.

Brighton this weekend to see one of my good friends and her expanding baby bulge. I'm quite excited and hope I don't end up crying like a wimp when I see her.

I don't know what to buy her though. I think I should take her a little something - maybe a baby bib, helium balloon, a bunch of bananas, a flask of tea???? I don't think she'll want anything however as the last time we spoke she was getting a little...how should I put this.....annoyed overwhelmed with the baby-bits-and-pieces-buying from both grannies-to-be. My excellent presence may be all that is needed. Ahem.

(The beard is still here - apparently there will be a 'beard-off' in work tomorrow and after he looses that, the offensive bristles are coming OFF)

Footballs on tonight which means I'm relegated to the bedroom. I don't mind really, I was going to have an early night anyway as I hardly got any sleep last night (lady cramps). So I've heard the agonising f's and b's coming from the living room at full volume (when they score) followed by a yee-ha woop-woop and a little dance in the bedroom for me (when 'we' equalise).

The fella has been growing a little beard for 2 weeks and I bloody hate it. It's the bristly scratching on me chin I don't like. He now thinks it's a 'lucky beard' as Liverpool haven't lost against Arsenal - they haven't bloody won though so how's that lucky?

I've told him it's going after tonights match - no more of this 'but it's my lucky beard' nonsense.

£5 down as Snowy Morning comes third. Bah!

A whole £5 bet on Snowy Morning to win. Come on you yellow canary! (Jockey will be wearing yellow)

Knackered.

Boxercise + Abs again tonight - managed to do it all and gave a little extra umph - so now I'm knackered and nearly dozed off in the cool down. When am I to expect results? I've been doing this for about a month and have only managed the recommended 3 times a week once. I think I expect things to come to me now, now, now - but I guess I'll have to wait a few more weeks (months???) to see those abs poking through.

Flip I am tired. At least I will sleep good tonight.