Living For The Weekend

This weekend was another one of those periods when it slips by too quick and your back at work the next day wondering what the hell happened.

During the week, I had been in contact with Martin, my friend from university (Hello mate!). We had arranged for him to come down on the Friday night, so Katie and I set to cleaning out or spare room of all the clean washing that needed ironing and just general rubbish that had no business being there. A few stern words and a lot of elbow grease later, we had a lovely clean room with a nice comfortable bed for our visiting compadre.

When he arrived, beers were drunk, life discussed and FIFA played before we retired for bed, knowing we had a whole day drinking ahead of us the next day.

Saturday came and a full english breakfast was cooked. All three of us sat down to watch a bit of morning TV, where I have slowly introduced Katie to Soccer AM. She remains adamant that she doesn’t actually enjoy the football parts of the show but I know deep down she harbours a secret football passion just waiting to be unlocked.

Saturdays weather was hot and sunny, it would have been criminal not to have enjoyed a ninety-nine ice cream. Building on that, it would also have been criminal not to have an ice cold beer in that weather, again we duly obliged. Our main appointment that day was to attend my stepdad’s retirement party, where he had invited various members of friends, family and some previous work buddies. We were the first to get there, meaning we could pick our spot in the garden, enjoy a few cold beverages and catch up with my parents before the masses arrived.

As the day progressed, Martin and I were beaten by a long haired Arsenal fan at Monster Jenga and one of the attendees brought an awesome Parsons Jack Russell that needed re-homing. My parents fell in love with it only for the carer of the dog to announce she was having second thoughts.

We lasted until about midnight, after sinking what probably totalled twenty bottles of Carlsberg Export. Because these were spaced out between ten hours, we luckily had none of the side effects both that night and the following morning and as Katie is with child, she unfortunately had to stick to the Pepsi Max all evening.

Sunday was another slow starter, this time featuring Bacon Sandwiches before Martin departed, heading for the lowlands of Norfolk. We enjoyed the rest of the day with friends of ours, grabbing some lunch at a local pub before coming home and watching the recorded X-Factor show we had missed the night previous.

An early night sleep and it was back to work. The cycle continues.