fair game


Good morning beautiful pals 

I have successfully not had a drink since the epic weekend I'm about to describe... I really think my liver is in need of recovery and I'm due out with uni pals today. I'm very much hoping that like many of my now middle aged perimenopausal mates they are off big drinking and we'll talk about symptoms including lack of sleep, and then laugh lots about how much we used to drink when it was fashionable to wear clothes you could see your underwear through. The good old, long gone days. 

Here's the email


J and I had a healthy breakfast, drank lots of tea and then I made brunch and we all feasted on that. While we got ready BigA and K investigated the cause of our drain pipe flood by removing the skirting board and cutting another hole in the wall. Once we were all dressed, smart casual, we grabbed umbrellas but happily missed most of the rain as we set off to London town for a day of games and silliness. 

First stop at The Counting House, bank turned bar and then to another place just around the corner before the late lunch/early dinner Jo had booked. The menu looked delicious but we were all rather amused with the volume of the music and style. The 'DJ' was beautiful but clearly not actually doing anything but standing looking good. When Kelfie made a request he said it wasn't on his USB. The prosecco flowed and we could hear each other over the sound of the music and the table of very beautiful women next to us. One more pub, by now I really was feeling the effects of the booze and then following that we set off to the main event, Fairgame, an adult only (no one was naked) games hall, with lots of games that you needed, strength, good hand eye coordination and accurate throwing skills for. I was the slightly better side of appalling, but it was lots of fun. My sister won a hat, which I then wore for the majority of the rest of the evening. I really am cool! 

In the mood for more games we went to another place where we played darts, this time I was appalling, which mar have had something to do with the cocktails, and then we booked a karaoke room for a whole hour singing our hearts out, BigA making an excellent play list. More drink of course. I think there was dancing. When it was time to be kicked out the chap actually joined in singing with us and took requests so we got even more time and a lovely performance from him too. No backing track just his voice which was sublime. 

We decided it was best to head home for pizza and even more karaoke with my christmas present machine, and one last night cap - mine was a cup of tea, so sensible. Eventually we headed to bed. A bloody great day together. So many laughs and some discussions on how old we were when... Which turned out to be harder to pinpoint than you'd expect. 

Feeling surprisingly ok we all woke and dressed. J and K went for a walk and bought us a really lovely plant, the perfect gift while I'd prepared a light lunch for us to have in the garden, the sun out. After they headed home BogA set about trying to sort out our smelly drain, he's a good man. I watched TV and did some marking. Still drunk I expect so I let AI help me with the wording on the feedback. 

Unsurprisingly I was very tired on Monday and happily got through the day and then, as is the way, the week too which was uneventful. My highlight of the working week was a pal popping over for a cuppa and bringing some goodies for the costume cupboard, which now has more hats and walking stick. That same evening after BigA had headed off to Frisbee I got myself a hot-water bottle and indulged in TV and a cheeky bar of chocolate. It was this time of year in Malawi when I would mostly need a hot-water bottle and I also felt the longing of those easy days of campus living and being able to pop in for tea, which quite often turned into a glass of something as the sun went down. Now he's a trillionaire he who shall not be named could set about getting clever people to invent a transporter - or solve child poverty, cure cancer. Oh no, he wants to escape the planet. Like the Greek gods of old. 

Yesterday M and D arrived just as I got back from work, and after a quick catch up and Margaret's quick garden tidy we set off to an art exhibition, which featured an A J original. Followed by a lovely meal in a place none of us had been before. 

The cats have been flea treated and bought in almost a whole dead pigeon this week. 

And A is almost finished on her various projects, essays etc and will be home soon. And I will stock up on things she likes. 

Have a joyous week full of sun and not too much pollen 




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