The Week That Was - Biffer Babies, Blue Nuns and Bras...

Last week, my week went a little something like this:

Monday - At 8.45 am, just as we were about to leave the house to walk Biscuit to school, we received a text to say it was closed for the day as they'd no heating. An unexpected day off, interesting! After watching Monsters University (again) we walked the pug. I say walked, I had to carry her a good chunk of the way as she's a little scared of traffic. Biscuit held the lead and she did wonderfully, she was so proud! After lunch we had a quick trip to the shops forced upon us by a distinct lack of squash and dishwasher tablets! We raced back to take Biscuit to a new dance class being held in our village. She loved every minute. Although Wiggles was too small to join in, she tried her best! We enjoyed a leftover tea of roast beef hash and I was completely astounded at how much Wiggles managed to wolf down!! 

Tuesday - What a busy day! Mr Husband had the day off (yay!) but had a cold so felt like poo (boo). Wiggles and I went to Toddler group, but we left early as she doffed up ALL the other babies. A definite backward step. After lunch I nipped to Impressive E's house where she helped me with the final stage of fancy dress outfit making. She is waaaaay more creative than me. After that I whipped over to Biscuit's school for her School Memories afternoon. In which lots of mummies and daddies discussed their school days. They were so interested, bless them, particularly if you were naughty at school! After that we headed home. I spent the evening in a crochet blizzard. Mr Husband wedged tissues up his nose. 

Wednesday - a very busy day at work. My lovely work chum Ell was taken into hospital with a grumbling appendix poor boy. I fretted about him all day. More crochet in the evening. Which is good because it helps me snack less! 

Thursday: Tea and cake in the morning at Impressive E's house with all the babies. Wiggles seems to have taken an irrational dislike to Em, she kept biffing him and no one else. It was rotten of her. Supermarket run in the afternoon where I bumped into a lovely old friend of mine that I haven't seen for  yonks, it was lovely to catch up. 

Friday - My poor old Mum was poorly so couldn't look after the children so Mr Husband and I arranged a childcare tag team. He went into work for the  morning, came home at lunchtime and I spent the afternoon at work. 

Saturday - we spent doing very little, all together.  I did a lot of sitting on the sofa and crocheting, Mr Husband did a lot of reminding us that he has a cold and wasn't feeling well.  Eventually we went out in search of ibuprofen to give him and he stopped complaining after that!  In the evening Mr Husband and I went to our lovely friend's 40th Birthday party.  In keeping with the 70's theme, Mr Husband, being rather a large fan dressed himself as a Doctor Who alike and I, refusing to go with the norm and wear a giant Afro and some brightly coloured spandex went as a Blue Nun.  Not much more seventies that that, right?  It was a great night!  

We walked the two mile journey home in the dark so Mr Husband could enjoy a little drinky (a rare occurrence for him).  Unfortunately, by this time a certain Blue Nun, egged on by Impressive D dressed as Mr Ben thought it would be a hysterically funny idea to swap clothes.  I apologise to any passing motorists that may have spotted a male Blue Nun wearing a black bra and a lady Mr Ben waving a pineapple in the air and laughing. I still have no recollection of where the pineapple came from!

Sunday - largely a day of recovery from the night before, I'm not as young as I used to be, but amazingly my head really didn't hurt that much.  Which is good because I drank a lot of gin.  Mr Husband made a red velvet cake, we ate delicious self indulgent things and I had to go round to my friend's house and ask for my bra back.  Hey ho!

Well that was mine, how was yours?

Love, love,