I am ashamed to say I found it incredibly soul destroying to have one measly glass of wine to look forward to, save it up until Mark and I were settled down to watch something on the box, and then - they think it's all over - it is now.
Meh.
So instead I have gone for the removing of the self-imposed guilt option and a soupcon of mild restraint. I'm OK with that. For now. This was nice:
I am not a red drinker. I usually have red in the house, but don't drink it - I cook with it. When the white runs out, I never, ever reach for the red, the sherry or cider in the cupboard. (surely reassurance that my wine guzzling is merely a bad habit rather than an addiction to alcohol??) But this red - is delicious. Fruity (obvs.) and red, this feels full of the heady alcohol warmth that a mere 11% does not often give. I thoroughly recommend it. A bit on the pricey side for me though, so a time to time treat only.
Moving swiftly, and thankfully on....
I have been doing a spot of blocking.
This is the first time I have bothered with such nonsense, but I am hoping it will make the transition from oddly shaped squares to blanket an easier one.
Aaaand in other news, things are a-changing for Oliver. The hobbies/clubs he has indulged in for the last few years are, for various reasons, coming to an end. I thought I would feel sad when this happened, but actually, I feel quite elated at the change in routine. I will now have an extra night free, and he will be learning to play tennis under Mark's watchful gaze instead of mine. This is a Good Thing for both of them. I have undertaken all of Oliver's activities since for ever - all the new things he has learnt and progressed with I have been there for. It will be a refreshing change for Mark and Oliver to experience something new together, without my (overbearing, probably) input. Still, when I text'd (what is the past tense of text??) Mark to find out how it went (I was pounding the hospital corridors at the time), I got the standard man-text - 'OK'.
I cannot tell you how much this pisses me off. It means nothing, conveys nothing and just takes up unnecessary space in cyber world. I cannot stand reading the text 'OK' from anybody. I know sometimes it means just that - a confirmation of the contents of the previous text, but - honestly I think it a gratuitous waste of effort for my eyes and brain to take it in at all.
On Saturday, I had the brilliant idea of taking the Big Box of mixed Lego crap out from the depths of Oliver's stuff and sorting it out for sale on ebay. Let me tell you that four days later I am still sorting out the Big Box of Lego. Several swear words have passed my lips and my knees protesteth muchly from taking my weight on the floor as I swill around in it.
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I envisaged chucking random piles of it into cardboard boxes ( I even went to Sainsburys specifically to obtain said boxes) and selling it in lots of '2kg of mixed Lego' etc, thereby saving myself helluva lotta bovver. However, as I was up to my eyes in brightly coloured plastic, I had an epiphany. Some of the pieces might do better sold individually as they are a bit unusual.
Soooo, a bit of googling later revealed that he actually has a lot of pieces from a set called Fabuland, which Lego produced from 1979 and into the eighties. Wahey. Suddenly this box of Lego which I got mostly from auction about five years ago for £12 (which I baulked at, at the time) is looking like a Really Good Buy. I'm not talking gazillions of quids here mind you, but hopefully a good sum so Oliver can benefit from a) the space where the Lego once lived and b) a bit of dosh to buy something he will actually play with. Happy days.
He's paying the ebay fees.
Wow! Sorting out Lego would be my kind of hell! I kept all ours, after 6 children there is a LOT. My brother borrowed the lot when his daughter was little and now my son's taken it for his daughter but I think it's for himself really.xx
ReplyDeleteQuick - step in and swipe it for ebay. If it ain't nailed down, it should be on ebay. heh heh....
DeleteThis made me laugh out loud! Why? Because this morning I got a text from H to say he had forgotten to tell me he is singing in a Chapel choir event at school this evening and needs picking up after. I won't repeat what I said out loud on getting this but it was pithy! I cannot pick him up as am working this evening and D is in Birmingham. After numerous calls and logistical juggling on my part I text H with the upshot of the very complicated, from my point of view, arrangements, and ask him to confirm place and time of pick up as well as absorption of what I've told him. What do you think I get back? You've got it in one! "ok"!!! And if he's bought yet another white shirt from the school uniform shop to wear at said event I will be deducting from his pocket money! Not OK!
ReplyDeleteInteresting on the Lego front. Good luck with the sorting! I lose the will to live sorting Lego after kneeling on those tiny little mean pieces designed to give you impromptu keyhole surgery! E x
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We have a huge box of Lego, the first kits were police stations Ross had when he was 6, 20 years ago, now it has space Lego in it too, plus Duplo house pieces, the girls enjoying it so I guess I willpower have to sort it.. good effort btw xxx
ReplyDeleteI try new wines now and then but good old Gallo in some Rose form or another is the most usual, never a connoisseur but I love a good port or three, have to ration, very sweet and ruins teeth! Might keep an eye for this one though, would like a tame red.
My Kate has a code with text, you have to give her enough xxxxxs or she thinks you are cross.. ok? Xxxxxxxx ..not cross, just loving your chat x
Ps thanks for comments on Col, felt I had to put story down somewhere to give fair view of who we are, there would be lots more to add if I was bolder ! ;-)
think you can tell a good chap from reading between the words of his wife.... he's a keeper.
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Thankgoodness my two never went for lego I would definitely have lost the will to live just looking at that pile and the thought of kneeing on those horrid little bits .........ouch!
ReplyDeleteThanks for your comment on my blog :) xx
What a beautiful blanket square!
ReplyDeleteAll that lego on the floor is making me nervous... I have pain memories from lego so am kind of pleased Cameron's grown out of it ;o)