Catch Up Time!

Sorry, sorry, sorry. I have been so rubbish with the blog this week, but honestly, I have the best excuse (or excuses) ever. Well actually that is debatable, because one could argue that each excuse could itself have been a stand alone blog post, but clearly none of them were and hence I am forced to apologise profusely to you, dear readers.


'So what, pray, are you fabulous excuses?' Well, you are more that entitled to ask and even more entitled to an adequate answer so here goes.

I had intended to write a post on Monday about our rather fab day out in Whitstable the previous day. The sun was shining, there was a lovely cool breeze, unless of course you were a 14 year old girl (Miss. D) in which case it was freezing and you were obliged to moan because you left your hoodie in the car, because it's cold, but you'd be too hot with a hoodie; no D and I didn't quite follow the logic either and put it down to hangriness (the state of being hungry and grumpy). It didn't last too long though and Miss. D and I had a lovely chat whilst D and the two younger girls climbed over the breakers (or whatever they're called).

We had chips on the beach then had a 'mooch' around the shops, because it would be rude not to and D is the King of Mooching.

Monday arrived and Miss. D had an inset day. We don't often get time together alone, so we decided to visit our local Weatherspoons for breakfast. I don't want to make you too jealous, so I'll just share this one photo with you...

...truth is, I have a lovely photo of Miss. D drinking her Caramel Latte, but she has now reached an age where she really doesn't want photos of herself plastered all over her mum's blog, which I suppose is fair enough, but rest assured I will sneak the odd one in here and there. Anyway, back to the food and being pigs we both had a lovely cooked breakfast (veggie version for me, I just cannot cope with fat first thing in the morning) and we were left so full we didn't require lunch.

Now, Tuesday was just a stupid day; let me explain. In my infinite wisdom, I decided en route home from the school run, to detour to Homebase and Dunelm to get paint and new accessories for the downstairs bathroom. It's a teeny under stairs toilet, which I figured wouldn't take too long to paint. Wrong! So, so wrong! It took three coats and most of the sodding day. I then went round to D's armed with a McDonald's to watch him paint his kitchen. In short, I quite literally spent the day watching paint dry.

Wednesday, was my favourite day of the week. As a rule, Wednesday's are a bit of a funny day, stuck in the middle of the week, far enough away from Monday, but nowhere near close enough to Friday afternoon. This week Wednesday was truly awesome! D and I took the day off (well D did, I just arranged child care) and we went to London together. The purpose of the trip was to visit a furniture store he'd found online and which he wanted, quite rightly so, to check the quality of the goods before ordering, but we also managed a mooch around Oxford Street with a bit of shopping thrown in (yes ladies, I did make him check out the Tiffany's section of Selfridge's; one should always make ones standards quite clear from the outset - only joking, I just like looking at sparkly things; I'm really not that high maintenance, darling). Oh and look what else we found...

...yep, someone got to play their first electronic drum kit. If ever I win the lottery jackpot (which will be a miracle, given I don't play it) I have promised to buy him one, in addition to his real kit. Hey, I like sparkly things, he likes drums, a girl's got to look after her man too.

Thursday was just, well Thursday. I really could have done some blog work, but I decided to just chill and so fast forward to Friday and a mate date with the lovely Martyn, of Inside Martyn's Thoughts. Yep, we are friends in real life. Well I say friends, he is more like my annoying little brother and we just kind of bounce insults off one another. Anyway, it's been ages since we saw each other and I really wanted him to meet D, and vice versa so our mates date was at The Druid's Arms to watch the boys gig and what a gig it was. I now see why this is their favourite venue, it was packed.

Thankfully, Martyn and D got on really well (I think it was the geek element) and are happy to trade a bit of friendly banter, or maybe that should be insults. That aside, we had a great evening and Martyn really enjoyed the music, which is good because I've been telling people how amazing the boys are, but because I'm dating the drummer, I'm pretty convinced everyone thinks I'm being a little biased.

Now I have Martyn to back me up, and given that he's a far more accomplished musician than I, he's opinion is more than credible. Oh and if you want to, you can now follow the boys on Twitter too at @trbwerock go on, you know you want to.

So there you have it. my super busy and fun week condensed into one, not so wee post.