Hugh Grant

I was talking to the gf the other day and she was about to say something but stopped. When people do this it winds me up, obviously you have something to say, so spit it out (unless of course your mouths full of food), So i asked her what she was going to say and she said it doesn't and it might sound mean, still undeterred I asked her again so she turns round and say "Do you know that this year you you have been to 4 Weddings and a Funeral", I looked at her and laughed, she asked me what so funny and I told her that I had never thought of it and trust her to come out with it, to which she gave me this cute smile.

Since the big lightening storm we have had I have been out a couple of times for beers meeting up with friends. The first venture out was to my friends house a couple of Fridays ago where I picked up a bottle of JD, ten pack of Benson & Hedges and couple of DVD's. I'm not sure if my friends house is in a time portal but everything seems to slow down. When we are there drinking the beers never really seems to go down, when we go for a smoke it seems to take alot longer than normal and when watching DVD's it seems to drag, it was he that mentioned it, as he checked the time and it must have been about half 10 11pm. He turned round and said it feels like 2am and if we were at your house it would be. I agreed with him and we tried to come to a conclusion as to why this was but came up with zilch, so out we went for a smoke.
We had finished watching the second DVD and were channel hoping when his gf came home from a hen night with my ex in tow, now I haven't seen her for about a year (We split about4/5 years ago) we got on ok which was nice as you know sometimes you get the awkward moments.

That was that for that weekend.

The weekend just gone really started Thursday night for me, it was curry night and most of the office were going out locally to where the office is and I was in two mind to going and also the gf had planned on going to the gym meaning I would have to go straight home from work, but she managed to get a baby sitter for the hour (which I was very happy for).

We went out and met in the pub first so it started with one in there, then we got to the restaurant and ordered up the food, one of the lads had a major problem with eating though, every time (it seemed) he would load his poppadom up with sauce and bits it would snap and either land on the table or in the menu always face down, he did do the polite thing though and closed the menu with the remaining sauce on the page and yes once they came to clear the menus, he did say "might want to give that a quick wipe". So a couple of beers there and a very nice meal. Some then dropped off and went home as they were driving. So the next pub it was and £10 each in to the kittie. After a couple of beers a few more left and it was down to 4 of us and I started in the jd & cokes I was bloated still from the curry, well that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it. Then just after 10 two more left so me and P went to the pub round the corner and had a few more when we get a call, order up a couple of drinks, it was the two that had left, they had missed their train and instead of waiting at the station came back for more beer, troopers. Once time was called me and P left, I was staying at his tonight otherwise its about £20-£30 taxi home. When we get back we have another drink and start channel hopping and slowly fall asleep.

I woke up on the sofa, he had obviously woke up in the night and made his way to bed, I had a blanket over me. We get washed and make our way to work where I get in to some clean clothes. The morning wasn't to bad but come midday I realised I was flagging a bit and that also I was going to be doing it all again that evening.

Once the work day was over and still feeling crappy I meet the gf at her mums, where we will be dropping my son off later in the evening for the duration of the night (and day it turned out).
When we get home from her mums she decides to go for a lie down (I tell you this is something I really needed but I out a brave face on). I start sorting my clothes out for the evening, have a bath and a shave etc. I got my sons overnight bag ready and was just waiting for the gf to get ready. Before she went for a snooze I mentioned to her that I would like to take her out to dinner first, ( I was thinking quick Chinese then on to the wedding reception), she liked the idea but then moaned at me saying that I was trying to make up for last night, to which I said no I had wanted to do this anyway. What I was supposedly making up for was not contacting her during the evening, when I go out I to tend not to call or text her, why I don't know but I do know I will be seeing her the next day, she got a bee in her bonnet over this, anyway I digress, once we have dropped my son off we drop the car home and take a walk to the restaurant, now normally this should take ten mins max but the gf shoes aren't really staying on her feet all that well so after an extra ten mins we make it. We get seated in to one of the booths (not sure why its not opened planned but since i have been going it has always been booths which will fit 2-4 people quite well 6 at a squeeze so all very cosy. My first drink I order is a jd and coke (can you see the theme) and i get a sigh from the gf "You'll be drunk before we get there" so I smile and carry on looking at the menu, I'm not one for having an argument for the sake of it. I order our meals and we eat the crackers that are provided, the starters turn up and I devour mine, I love the Satay chicken they serve here, we weren't supposed to be having starters but I couldn't help it. So when the main come i get another drink and another sigh from the other side, but once again I keep ignoring.

When we have finished the meal we make our way to the wedding reception, I'm normally used to going to this place for concerts so I roughly know where we are going but when we get there I start to make my way down the stairs not knowing that we are going to the bottom of the venue and that I should have taken the lift. Once we get to the bar there people everywhere having a smoke so I join in and get our drinks, now first thoughts are "is this it" but no, I am told one of my friends is at one of the tables and when I walk in there is a huge function room and this great view looking over the English Channel (Ali would have loved it, especially when it was dark and the Full moon lit up the sea and the beach)) . The evening progresses and about halfway through I have gotten through the hangover and am now back on terraforma (apart from the effect the new drink is having) by the by though the Band were very good (The electric Beatles) and the company and drink was superb.

Saturday I took the gf to work and then went back to bed, it was half 8 in the morning. I am woken at 10.30 by this horrible noise, it was my phone, the gf has called to see how I am doing and when will I be going to pick our son up, all bright eyed
"eh, what time is it, has you mum phoned you? do I have to pick him up now!!????"
"no its ok I was just checking you hadn't gone already and what you were up to"
"oh, I was just going to get a wash and go to your mums"
"ok then speak to you later"
When reality strikes that I have now got to leave the house I make a slow effort in getting ready, washing myself and making a cup of tea and getting some toast to take the edge of things. I get to the gf mums and when I walk in my son looks all upset and hides from me, I ask him whats up and it seems that he didn't want it to be me but his uncle instead, so I scoop him up in my arms and tell him that we won't go until he arrives, to which I get this great big grin from him and cuddle and of he goes to play. The day is then spent drinking tea and watching the F1 qualifying races (this almost sends me to sleep).

The gf turns up when she has finished work but I don't want to leave yet as i am watching Mission to Mars, which is she had turned up 15 mins earlier I would have left but decided that I have already lost an hour of my life to this trash that I will watch it all, I do wish I had decided not to watch the rest, it was the most dire film I have seen for many years, the beginning was good when they should you them on Mars, but we then get an hour or ten of them then showing you the rescue party flying to mars and all of the problems that have, if only the rescue ship had just blown up on launch the film could have finished. When my will to live returned we made our way home as the gf was going out that night, so it was a party for one that night, which is what the doctor ordered, even though I still didn't go to bed until the gf came home, yes I was hoping for some Hows your father, but no that didn't happen.

Sunday was very nice the sun was almost out the rain had turned to a trickle and I was feeling more like myself, I can't believe it takes me so long to recover these days. I get a call from my mum about 10ish in the morning asking if i would like to meet for lunch, I say yes straight away as the last time i saw her was my grans funeral and as I won't be seeing her till the end of this month I thought it would be great to catch up and for her to see my son, its been longer since she saw him. I start getting us ready about 11 to go out, Sunday is a lazy day so everything is down slowly, once dressed we leave for Canterbury. I have already text the gf to let her know I will be out with my son, shes not to happy about it but not a lot she can do about it as she is working, its jealousy more than hate and i don't blame her. We meet my mum in the high street and have no idea where to eat as there are so many choices but she then remembers a little Italian place she has been to before and we find this. Mum informs me that my brother is on the way so after ten mins of waiting we order our starters, still not here by the time we have eaten them, so give him a few more minutes then decide to order main. I give my brother a ring and asks what he wants and we order for everyone, lunch is served but still no brother, I think about ringing him but don't bother, about to tuck ing and in he wanders, wonderful time keeping he has.

We have a great lunch and a good chin wag and it was a shame it had to end but I will be seeing mum soon so no problem really, we make our way home and when we get ion the gf is asleep so I go and play with my son for a bit.

Once they have had something to eat, I'm still stuffed, I take him to bed where he promptly falls asleep. No my gf has been watching Dr who but normally on Sunday nights as she goes out the Sunday so tonight was no different as to the rest, I had already seen it and would watch it again, the problem is though, coronation street hits the adverts and I flip through the channels and come across the end scene in Dr who and promptly change again, all I can hear is cursing from the other sofa, I want to turn round but I am trying to hard not to laugh. The Beeb had decided that as all the rest of the Sunday repeats where on at 8pm we will change the last one to 7pm. Lest to say the gf was not happy at all.