Plastered in Paris

Went away for the weekend last weekend while my mum and step-dad came round to fix the flat up a bit in advance of the forthcoming sale. As my ma was coming down as well as my DIY minded step-dad (as in good around the house – what’s the world coming to etc), I spent quite a while cleaning the house and doing stuff in order for it to look spotless, sparkling and generally in tip top condition. I thought this would mean my ma could just chill for the weekend...

....errrrrrrrrrrrrr, no.

Missed the washing basket as well as 1,000,000 other things. Never has a page of A4 left me feeling so very thankful yet so f*cking useless......

And in other news I went to Paris. I was very pleased with the way I managed to mix with the locals seamlessly in their native tongue. One particular bit of dialogue with a shopkeeper stuck in the mind:

Me (in best French accent): "Bonjour. C’est combien?"
Shopkeeper: "It’s two Euro forty sir."

And I also had a top evening with...

...my three favourite Frenchies; Mai, Alice and
Melissa Theuriau (who is just out of shot)......and a selection of very nice Irish
people, of which two of four are above...

...and a selection of very nice Irish people’s very nice
beer. Label says it all really. Thanks again guys.

Pic post

Righto. Friday so here's an update. New card reader isn't plug and play so can't use at work (doh) but had a few pics on email so here goes.

Congrats to Mullock for making the hallowed pages of
FC United magazine, and having his image glared at by
its readership of ten. Click on the picture and see if you can
spot the big excitable goon.
Mullock in a more sober moment, in one sense.
My old pals Vicci and Rhonda boozing in the Crown.
Mike and Tel announce that they're more than just friends.

Caz reflects on her decision to accept Daniels' marriage proposal.

Disaster for Lunt.

Picture the scene - me standing by the kettle this morning making a nice cup of tea with the bath running in the background and my phone resting on the side of the bath out of trouble. Then ‘ring, ring, buzz, buzz’ – the alarm that I had put on snooze went off and my phone started vibrating violently. Then, before I knew it, there was a splosh and the ‘ring, ring, buzz buzz’ continued but in a more stifled, submerged kind of way. Needless to say the phone appears knackered. Watch this space for a phone number request email if I have saved numbers to the phone instead of the SIM, which I think I have done.

In hindsight, resting it by the taps of a half full bath may not have been the finest decision I’ve ever made.

Happier times.

FFS

Was about to upload my phone pictures (boozing) and phone video clips (sporting activities) from the weekend up to this thing but the card reader I use to transfer images has broken. Flip.