Thursday, August 26, 2004

Welcome Home Bloo !

'Fancy seeing a game at the Lane on the 12th Sept ? I did promise. Btw, I am at Bangkok airport.
Coming home, possibly Thursday, if not Friday. '

This was the 1pm tx message from Bloo, which greeted me yesterday after a day long meeting at Imber Court.

Talk about making a dramatic entrance, don't you know that's Greta's domain Bloo ?

He's coming home 3 weeks early having tired of Asia (not the whole continent, but you know what I mean)
& I'm thrilled he's back early.

I rang Mrs Bloo to make sure he had someone waiting for him at the airport (funny how important that is) & talked with her for ages. Bloo, she is soooo relieved to have you back in one piece. Bless. Long & short of it is Bloo, I've been invited around for dinner so I've asked your mum to get out all the 'Stuart naked on the potty aged 2 photos' Can't wait.

The Big Guy & I are on a social in Kingston tonight & have given Bloo all of 1 day to become acclimatised before insisting he joins us for a couple of Drambuies. I know I was mature & reasonable via text today, but please, please, please come, I won't even mention David Grey - honest.

Only if you want to though.

I'll be in the garden eating worms if you don't.

:)

The lovely Angie

came to dinner on Tuesday, properly equipped with a house-plant as a house-warming gift & ready with a selection of ooh's & aah's when given the guided tour. The 2 funniest parts of the night were when she discussed taking her slightly chunky cat to the vets. Said lady vet instructed Angie to cut down on cat's food intake.

'But she sits & cries at her bowl until I feed her' said the hapless Angie

to which the lady vet replied

'Every time she does that & you feed her, you are rewarding her bad behaviour'

Bad mother. You are the scourge of single parents everywhere.

The other one was when Stan rang. Stan has rather a soft spot for Angie.

'The love of your life is here' I told him after the 'hello's' had been dispensed with.

'Ooh, ooh, is it the gorgeous Scottish one ?' asked Stan, forgetting for a brief moment that he was in love with Angie & not Trudy. Or is that Angie and Trudy ? Oh well.... all together now 'occongyro!'

Btw Stan, there is no internet access at the froffy coffee place opposite Waitrose. In fact, there is no froffy coffee place opposite Waitrose, ah the march of time.

Cycling

I have been cycling everywhere these days.

I have been enjoying it.

I am considering hypnotism.


Today's stroppy Yorkshire thought for the day.

People feel sorry for Paula Radcliffe - why ?

She was overtaken during a race that she has spent 4 years training for & she sat down & cried.

I'll say that again.

'She sat down & cried'

Essentially, when she couldn't get a medal, she quit.

Take away that woman's passport, deport her to Calais & make her live the rest of her life there.

Commentators have been saying the heat was so bad that even walking for an ice cream was exhausting.
Well, I am sure that if I had had 4 years to prepare I could have walked for a Cornetto & finished it.

Whilst I'm on a roll, Matthew Pinsent.

'...broke down & sobbed uncontrollably when he won'

At least he won his event but Matthew, here's the rules.

You are allowed to have a moist eye, whilst standing on the podium, accepting your medal & hearing your anthem. You are not allowed to act like a girl & snot & snuffle. That what us girls are for. For further instructions in how to behave in victory, refer to the England World Cup winning rugby squad. Did they sob & heave their way through their victory. No - they did not. Shape up. Well done by the way.

And finally, someone I know is dating. Someone I know, saw the same person 3 times in one week.

I couldn't be more happy for them.

Well done you.

Cx







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