Windy weather

The hatches were battened down, and the heating was up full.  My ears are still ringing from the disco last night, but I'm sure they wouldn't be so sore had I had a peaceful nights sleep. I'm sure it couldn't have been any noisier even if I had chosen to sleep in the car.  That's two nights running I have had to put up with howling winds, yesterday I woke at 7 am and I was freezing, so when I eventually decided to leave the house, I was dressed appropriately, or not as it turned out, I placed one foot outside the front door, and thought someone was having a joke and pointing a hot air blower towards my house.  How can it be that windy and that warm.  I unlocked the car, whilst trying to remove all the extra layers I had wrapped around myself. By the time I got to the local coffee establishment I had removed all but the out layers necessary to stop me getting arrested.

The crazies were great to watch last night, and being nominated driver meant I could watch in the safe knowledge that what ever I did it would not go into a name and shame book, and if it did I would deserve the shame because I wouldn't be able to blame alcohol, unlike previous nights out.  This time last year I was making snow angels and making Buba Mumma climb 12 feet up a snow mound for a photo, then making her climb it again because the first shot didn't come out.  The photo taken eventually looked like a moon on top of the snow, wearing all black on a dark night doesn't give you a lot to reflect off.

I did have a rather blonde moment last night, which really isn't like me, but what makes it worse, is Buba Mumma picked up on it like a flash.  This is the same woman that thinks Werewolves imprinting means they slash your face, get with the programme lady, read the books, how can you watch Twilight, New Moon and Eclipse and still not know about imprinting, he-he.  Back to the story, I had a mail from a friend using Linkedin, well having never heard of it before I asked Buba Mumma what is Link-e-din, she looked at me and said whilst rolling her eyes 'it's Linked-in Davina' doh......................

View from living room

I just remembered the smell in the social venue last night, dead animals comes to mind, but thats what happens when half the visitors have previously visited the Local Curry house, pheeeeeeeeeew they were humming, Young Reevie Stob asked if I like his aftershave, then proceeded to wave his head around, wafting the dead animal aroma further a field.  We decided that it would be safer for our stomachs to vacate the Front bar for the Back bar where the air was much sweeter. The obligatory kebab stop was made on the way home, and that was when it all happened, the crying girl - there she was sitting in the corner, drunk as a skunk and an emotional wreck, making no sense what so ever, whilst waiting for her pizza, and you just knew she was gonna be seeing that pizza more than once.  But the evening ended on a high for her, as she had handed over her phone number, well her lovely friends did, and pretty soon she is gonna be receiving a call from Stavros, whether she wants it or not.

Just received a frantic call from Yabba, 'can you get in touch with Dad, we can't use phone and think he has left his connected'.  So I phoned the Beloved and nope he had disconnected from Skype at the end of the call yesterday, so I phoned Yabba, 'Nope he disconnected', should I phone BT I asked.  No was the reply and off she popped.  Two minutes later I received another call from Yabba, 'its Ok Bro left the office phone of the hook', think that little man will be put to bed with no supper, they have had no phone line since yesterday lol.