The Weekend that Was

Since our cooker had been on the blink (where on earth does that saying come from?), I didn’t have a chance to cook my eye-catching wife a meal for her birthday on Monday. As it was eventually fixed Thursday and Friday was the first night without all the kids, I made up for it then, and let her cook me a meal. A most romantic evening it turned out, although the two bottles of white wine didn’t do me any favours in the morning.

Saturday we all hung round waiting for the birthday boy to turn up from his Dads. He was only in the house 2 mins, before he was off to one of his clubs. So the actual birthday was something of a damp squid…..

Sunday it was an awful day weather wise, which actually played into our hands. We decided to go bowling and didn’t book a lane, but because of all the snow, half the people didn’t turn up for the Junior League that was on. This meant we were able to get a lane after all. A quick pub lunch followed, and then the birthday boy shot off back to his dad’s…. Poor Mum.

That was it…