Newcastle United

Having woken around 6.30 by some random house call I tried very hard not to shake the head too much, My Beloved rolled over and buried his head under the pillow, always a good indicator of a night spent in the company of Mr White and Mr More White.

Lily pop helped My Beloved get dressed, it's not that he was incapable just slow....And bending forward was making his world all fuzzy, so the little pop to the rescue. I have no idea what time I got to bed because when you loose count of the bottles, you loose count of the time too, it's almost like a miracle, countless bottles, no counting time! And My Beloved was well after me, his staying power is far superior to mine, I stay till my homing pigeon instinct kicks in, he stays and plays the game of last man standing.

At one time or another over the course of the evening all the In-Laws passed through the door, some were in and went out, some were out and came in, and some were just out of it. Two babies three dirty nappies later, and a Partridge in a Pear Tree. The Little Princes were entertained by their Cowskins, all five of them, oh no six I forgot the late entrance of Muddleanne. Ops I nearly forget the Saudi contingent, so that makes eight Cowskins and not a boy amongst them, well unless you count the expectant one, because everyone is secretly hoping he is the born again King of the Mather clan, a son and heir to carry on this beautiful name, a name I never get tired of being called, even when it is mispronounced or misspelt. We are The Mather Family, they are Geordies, and I don't mind.

Youngest Newshoe is ball boy from another mother, not another Mather, so he is ball boy for Newcastle United, as he is in the Newcastle Football Academy, our Little Princes are chuffed to be seeing him, and to be at the tribute match for Gary Speed, think its gonna be a tearful occasion. And on a personal level I have never been in a City centre where there are so many men, the bars, the coffee shops, the shopping centres are wall to wall black and white men, not matchstick men, black and white toon army.

Yo sushi for my afternoon delights, the Little Princes and My Beloved has pease pudding and Stottie, and I can now say I have had pease pudding, ham and Stottie, and I must say the small nibble I had was nice. But I didn't take both layers of the Stottie, that would have been way too much white bread for one day. I left home at 8st 7, by Monday that will be the individual weight of each leg, so with that in mind I have decided there is just no point restraining myself, and more especially when I am feeling a touch delicate, food is god on a hangover day.

I found myself a cafe with wifi and sat and passed a pleasant hour whilst beginning my blog, then off to the shops for a snoop before I meet the family in Shearer's Bar, going against the tide of supporters was a challenge in itself, and the only person to become aggressive was a woman!!!!who like me was going towards the stadium and not away from it.

We had a drink in Shearer's bar, and it was hooching, My Beloved's 6.50 pint was knocked over when his back was turned, Abbie was soaked the man next to her was soaked and you know who was raging, the funniest thing was when we got back to the car and Abbie admitted it wasn't the gent sitting next to her that had knocked the pint and caused My Beloved's ears to vent steam, it was in fact herself, I thought I was gonna end myself.

The youngest Cowskins were at their pantomine today and a good time was had by all,the others were in town and away to family, so everyone was happy. Chanel did a roaring trade today, new foundation for the Big Little Prince, new pressed powder for me. New bronzer for the Prince, new brushes, and tomorrow morning we are going to do a demonstration on how to apply make-up with new brush.

Indian takeaway ordered, pizza for the youngsters, and obviously a dry white in the chiller, no way am I drinking the same amount as last night, I want to be able to see my bed before I throw myself at this time