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It’s been a long time since I blogged last, and I feel bad for that, as I promised to keep it regular this time. But, be assured that I’ve not even had time to comment on the work blog, and I sort of get paid for that. So, you may ask what’s been keeping me so busy? where have I been? why have I deserted you? Fear not. Here is a summary:
July – went to London, met editor of VanillaPlus (not about cake, sadly), met some clients, stayed with the Wise One, met Bridesmaids so they could try on their dresses (one was late. If you know who they are you’ll know which it was)had the gas meter read (which they promptly lost) had the work summer party (lunch – good, 10-pin-bowling – lost, pub – drank, mexican – ate, drank, wore silly hats, sang along with Gypsy Kings), got lost in the shopping centre in Leicester, almost took the bumper of a ford Ka trying to squeeze Tank into a small space, picked up wedding dress, took to Norfolk, miscalculated ribbon and organza with Zoe, went to the dentist for the first time in ??7?? years, had sore mouth, learnt some Italian, went to France (canoed lots, camped on a mountain, they don’t speak Italian there though). *takes deep breath…*
August – came home from France, got cold, paid for wedding, got more cold, learnt more Italian, spoke to more clients, got hair cut, had hen night (not quite what I’d got planned, but definitely what my ‘sisters’ had got planned), avoided my local pub in shame, went to London for meeting which was cancelled (swore some, but visited the Wise One, so all was not lost), arranged wedding ceremony with registrar, went to London for cancelled meeting (yes, again, swore a bit more) had wisdom tooth issues, ‘broke’ my jaw, got even worse cold and hacking cough (not the blog by Chris Edwards)
September – Won battle with above mentioned idiot gas company, when they admitted that I do not owe them £570, but they in fact owe me £215, went to Party, managed to accidently be rude to a few guests, encouraged drinking of birch wine and pear liqueur, ate vegetarian kebab, went to Chester with blonde and ginger children and rode on a small train, rode larger train to London with something of a hangover promising not to drink again, went to press event with client, took journalists to Vinopolis (where there’s really nothing to do but drink) went for chinese with Wise One and Sarahthegreat (drank more wine) went to happy Cider pub, drank cider, did not steal kittens, reflected that bid to give up drinking had not, thus far, been wholly successful, bought drinks for work people to celebrate up coming wedding, didn’t make a cake or a guide book, had curry, saw Mr Poi Hoo and rejoiced in his company, spent too much time in Jury’s Inn in Heathrow, (a godforsaken place), ate very good roast dinner (mid week!) decided wedding is off and that I’m actually going to move in with Wise One and let her cook for me (and teach her how to bake cakes) realised that it has been forever since I blogged, so though I’d best do so.
Now – I think that brings us mostly up to date. If you’re interested I can tell you my next plans are:
Go to the office, speak to work people, get on the train to go back Oop North, tut at state of house after a week of boy alone in it, get hair cut, pick up freshly cleaned engagement ring, finish writing cards for wedding, pack suitcase, do 2 days of work, get on plane (with Nearly-Mother-in-law), go to Norwich, show NMIL the sights, have BIG massage, organise venue, pick up suits, get married, do a little dance, climb some mountains, change my name……
That’s mostly it, I don’t want to do anything else after that. oh, except Win lottery. phew.
I drove down from Manc to London this afternoon. I don’t drive often – maybe once or twice a month – and I’ve come to wonder upon something. What happens to the radio in the middle of the country on a weekend? Firstly, why does everyone suddenly think we all want to hear rubbish anecdotes about what a strangers nan did last week? But more importantly, why do the midlands suddenly turn into Nashville? Nothing but “my wife stole my dog and shot me in the foot, then crapped on my hat” for hours on end. why? I will (secretly) admit to singing-along-a-Dolly every now and then, but does it have to go on for the whole of Sunday?
I also had the misfortune today of driving along the M40 as Silverstone started throwing out. It was raining, there was heavy spray on the road and I do believe i was the only person with any lights on. Also, apparently, everyone on the road was Lewis Hamilton. Of course, if you’re Lewis, and you’re on a race track, undertaking is the done thing, and indicating is frowned upon. Not so on a busy motorway. Really.
I am not an athletic person. Hurdles come up to my armpit, and it takes me twice as many steps to get anywhere as most people as I have short legs. Running is not my forte. Nonetheless, when Mr JoLucy pointing out that a 5k run was going almost past our door coincided with a conversation with my Grandma about fundraising for her charity, I decided to take the hint, get off my bottom and get running.
I was really quite apprehensive about the whole thing – I only agreed to 5k run because I knew I could walk it if necessary. I hadn’t done any running for over a year because I’d decided that having Mr JL lap me three times before the end of the road was just not the fun way I wanted to spend my time.
But since then I’ve been making regular trips to the gym so, while he wasn’t looking, I went and got on the treadmill, just to see…. I came home very pleased with my self, having managed to do 5k in 44 minutes and still walk the mile home after. I then spent the best part of two weeks working in London, but surprised my self (and the friend I was staying with, who really doesn’t approve and is very wise) by doing two more practice runs.
All seemed to be going well and I’d secured well over £100 in sponsorship so far, but then a series of disasters struck:
1) I discovered it was a 5 mile race!
2) The race got cancelled (secretly very relieved)
3) The race I entered instead involved wearing my pants over my shorts.
Most importantly, I managed to raise over £200 for charity – Heritage House in Wells-Next-the-Sea. Thanks to everyone who sponsored me, your money will be well spent helping improve the quality of life for the elderly and frail in Norfolk.
Now, time for a good sit down I think!
Glastonwho? Yes, Glastonbudget. An annual festival held in the wildes of
Loughborough made up predominantly of tribute bands. Me and Mr JoLucy have been a couple of times now, and this year we roped in friends and family. As well as buying some silly hats, drinking too much and getting blown away, we had a great weekend!
Sadly, we missed Dead Hot Chili Peppers and Guns 2 Roses but I was witness to Axl’s white boxers last year and they were a sight to behold! We also missed Maybe Winehouse, but I’m pretty certain that from the distant warbles I could hear, there was no ‘maybe’ about it, just a flat ‘no’.
Kaiser Thiefs were pretty good and provided a convenient opportunity to introduce the young cousins to the joys of the mosh pit and some hands-in-the-air action for ‘Ruby’ and ‘I predict a riot’. They were pretty good – the kind of band you can imagine wishing they could come up with their own material that would earn them enough to give up the cover bands….
There were plenty of distractions for the boys (and a few of the girls) as well, although we think Just Anastasia could be prosecuted under the trades description act. The look on my brother’s face here demonstrates that it was clearly “Just Anastasia’s Mum” on stage, not the buxom, pouted…um…. ‘lady’ in the programme!
Sadly most of our group had run from the weather by the time these commitment girls arrived. Not sure the one on the left knew she looked like she had knicker issues!
The Bon Jovi experience confounded us all by claiming to be “the first” Bon Jovi tribute – made up of all the other previous Bon Jovi tributes…… They were actually pretty good and the lead singer did have a look of ‘my darling’ Jon about him, and they would have been excellent if they hadn’t become a laughing stock because of Jon’s dreadful accent, with his deputy dawg style “yeyup” punctuating the whole act. shame.
By far the best act of the weekend for me was Mercury – not least because they were wise enough not to spoil the illusion by talking too much! If you get past the fact that Freddie had gained one or two pounds, the keyboardist had a broken arm (we wondered if he also drummed for def leppard tributes) and Brian was a little, well, not like Brian, these guys were great! I suppose it does help if you have nothing but crowd pleasing classics to cover….
Anyway, we’ll be back next year for more “so bad it’s good” music and a really good festival atmosphere without the price tag.