1. I’ve decided to give up swearing for the month of October. I have no problem with swearing — in fact, I quite enjoy it — but I’ve started swearing so much that it’s losing its impact and becoming vulgar. I have no desire to be vulgar. This article perfectly describes the kind of swearer I want to be (Be warned, there is some serious swearing in that piece)
2. This week, some random person on Twitter who is “trying to get the Jews to acknowledge (her) as their Messiah” called me humourless. I think that means that I’ve made it, in internet terms at least. Woot!
3. Garry has a very stressful job. Occasionally, him and his workmates will go out and get absolutely ratfaced to blow off steam. I am perfectly fine with this, but he always feels bad about it. Anyway, Tuesday his workmates were going out for a drink and he was insistent he wasn’t joining them because he had a 9am start the next day. Then at 5pm I get a text — “I’ve had my arm twisted, I’m going out for one”
4. He came back at midnight. That’s not bad, I suppose. Although he didn’t just come in. He came in giggling and swaying, telling me repeatedly that he had to have a shower, needed helping negotiating getting in and out of the shower, then needed something to eat. I made him toast and jam (I’m a good girlfriend/way too maternal for my own good) and made him drink a pint of water. He protested the whole time, sitting with his feet up on the chair and his face resting on his bent knees. He’s like a giggly little boy when he’s drunk.
5. He wasn’t giggling the next day with his huge hangover. Mwahahaha.
6. I am in love with a new blog. It’s called Michelin Microwave. He takes celebrity endorsed products, cooks them and eats them. Then he blogs about how good/bad they are. I love it.
7. My parents came down for the weekend! My mum’s 25th wedding anniversary present to my dad was a trip on a boat on the Thames with a four course meal and a live band, and they invited us along. It was quite frankly amazing — both the night itself and seeing them.
8. It was also quite fantastic having them do lots of DIY for me this weekend, like putting blinds up and cleaning carpets. Thanks, Dad!
9. Garry usually eats next to nothing. When I make dinner I can pretty much use a tea plate for him and a dinner plate for me. Then I make a Sunday Roast and he has a plate like this.
10. Being a shy, not particularly fun non-drinker, I’m worried that Garry’s workmates will think I’m rubbish when we meet properly. Therefore I have come across a fiendish plan to make them like me. I am going to bake things and send them over to work for their weekly meetings. So far, I’ve made them banana chocolate cupcakes — and so far, it’s working.