Saturday 20 April 2013

Why does the weekend fly by so fast?

True, it often involves too much wine so some of it is forgotten or indeed, not remembered in the first place. My husband suggested going out on Friday night when I got home from work, so a short taxi ride and ten quid later, we were in a pub. It started there and ended in a fantastic Gurkha restaurant.
The bill was reasonable. Pretty much a fifty fifty split between booze and food. I definitely paid. I have the credit card receipt to prove it.
The cab ride home is very hazy.
This morning we felt a little jaded but as it wasn't the dog's fault, LG the lively Lab, got his walk. We even indulged him in a game of 'Throw the Stick'. The only rule is once he cocks his leg on it, we find another stick.
Feeling a little bit more together, we decided to go out for a late breakfast to Tenterden. It's a lovely place in Kent with several good places to eat. We found one serving breakfast which like the Gurkha restaurant on the night before, was fantastic.
When we got home, I opened the door to find LG cowering and shaking on the floor. Don't get me wrong, he's a good guard dog and had barked as I approached the house but on realising I actually had a key, he knew he was in trouble. Concerned as to why he was behaving this way, we checked the house but couldn't find what he'd done wrong. It seems that he just automatically worries now when we come home.
Made me think back to our return home the previous night after falling out of the cab. Whatever he may have been told off for then, he's managed to get away with it because neither of us can remember that either.

Friday 5 April 2013

Wrap up warm: it's an English Easter

Last Sunday was my forty-second birthday. It was a great day, beginning with walking the dog, followed by opening presents and cards. The excitement over, I read a book and had a siesta. Well, it was my birthday. To complete celebrations, that evening, we took a taxi to town, had a meal and then got another cab straight back home. The intention had been to venture to a pub after eating but we decided to call it a night. We were indoors before ten o'clock. Yeah, I know - we're hell-raisers.

It certainly was a bonus to have my birthday on Easter Sunday so I could take full advantage of the four day weekend and devour an Easter egg in one sitting.

The one thing I hadn't expected was the weather to be so cold.

I'm aware that you feel the cold more as you get older but I'm not sure turning forty-two means that I have to wear a hat, scarf, gloves and coat to go to the shops from now on. The high point of my week off was my publishers, Myriad Editions, informing me that my book, Never Forget, was on press. This was great news and I even loosened my woolly scarf in celebration, although the mittens I was wearing hindered me slightly.

My other news, not nearly as exciting as this, but still, I think you'll agree, quite an event, was the discovery that the car we've owned for two years, has a heated seat function. Now that was worth finding out. Reading is one of my favourite pastimes so I'm looking forward to sitting in the car with the seats warming my posterior while I read one of the books I was given as birthday presents. The only flaw in my plan is that I'll have to be sober when sitting in the driver's seat. On second thoughts, it's not that cold in the house...