The Ductchess comes to visit

My aunts has come up with a nickname for my mum, its the Ductchess, my mum is a wanna be snob. She is from Scotland and didn't have the best up bringing but also not the worst that could have happened.

When she was 16 my mum left home with no qualifications and hitchhiked from Scotland to London, not an easy feat back then, 1970ish I think, as unlike now the car was still a luxury item, but it was safer then (or so we are told about the old days).

She made it to London and what she did for work I'm not sure as I have never really asked her, in 1977 I was born and unfortunately for my mum by biological dad didn't want anything to do with me and even suggested to my mum to get me aborted but she told him in two words what to do and he did.

So from then my mum was now single (my aunt had now also moved down to London) started trying to do the best for me and from what I can remember she did very well in bringing me up.

Fast forward to now, my mum has remarried and has been married for 10 years, at first I was shocked that she was getting married , but i think this is because I never saw my dad(not biological dad but been there for me since I was 3 1/2) and mum being apart ever, but I am very happy for her now. She is running her own company (with help from her hubby) and doing very well for the both of them.

The trouble with my mum at heart she is very Scottish and when she is around my aunts and had a glass or two of wine the home roots soon come back out and so does the Scottish accent and the effing and jeffing flows. When she isn't around my aunts or the wine she can be quite la di da and she will tell me off for things that I never thought I could get told off for, whilst eating and still holding my knife and fork instead of placing them on the plate to the sides and silly things that I see as upper class antics. She will slip up though, she will be telling me to do something but then go off on a tangent and out comes the Scot in her and I will just smile and chuckle to myself.

On Friday my mum arrived with gifts in hand for my son, she brought him the Ben 10 fx watch and four arms, the watch wasn't to bad until Sunday morning came and my son was trying to wake me, he decided to hold the watch to my ear and produce as much noise as he could from it, it worked, I got up and sorted him out. Dinner time didn't go exactly as planned as my mum was supposed to be buying a fillet joint from the butcher but got there about 5 mins after they had closed, which if I had known earlier I could have told the gf not to make a dinner for her and my son, the gf doesn't like steak much, fussy I know.

Saturday I took my son for a swimming lesson whilst my mum and gf watched, he did really good and just needed to strengthen his arms a bit more. I took him home and managed to get him to have a snooze as I knew it was going to be a long day for him as he also had the opening of his pre school to go to and he also wanted to go down to the beach. It was quite a windy day but as my son really wanted to go down the beach we ended up taking him but he wanted to go in the water, when I saw the size of the waves I told him no, which he was a little upset about until a large wave crashe don the beach and he decided that may be he didn't want ot now go in.

In the evening mum was last back from doing her bits and peices. I waited to have dinner with her whilst the gf and my son ate as this time my mum had managed to get the steak. After dinner the gf went out with some friends and I sat talking to my mum trying to right my life and the world.

When the gf got in I was just finishing the washing up, so we headed off to bed as my mum had already retired for the night. We put the telly on and i started massaging the gfs feet and then moved up to her legs, but as she had her jeans on I got her to take them off, I then moved up her legs to her thighs then to her buttocks, I pulled her thing off as it was getting the way and massage more of her bum and back, I moved back down her legs and seeing as she had had a drink or three, I thought she might be feeling a little amorous, but i was wrong and she told me to stop as " i know what you get like" so I stopped and got in to bed and went to sleep, so another weekend of no nookie.

No Win Situation

My son has or had a busier social life than me this week, he had a party Tuesday, one Friday and one Sunday as well as a day out on Saturday.

I didn't take him to the Tuesday or Friday parties as I was at work but I did take him out the Saturday and to the party on the Sunday.

What is it with the gf. She moans when I don't do things with my son, then when I do, she moans because I did something wrong or I didn't dress him correctly or I didn't give him the right lunch.

I knew she would be working, so I asked a friend what he was doing at the weekend and he told me nothing so we arranged to take my son and his to the local castle, we also took another boy.

So Saturday morning I get up and sort myself out and my son as she has now gone to work and we set off. We had a great day, exploring the tunnels and all over the castle. My son loved being out with his friends and exploring anything and everything he could with his mates, I let the leash off a bit so he could run a bit wild and also to tire him out, which worked a treat.

So we get home and I take my son to go and pick the gf up and she looks at what I had put on him and she tells me that is what he wore yesterday, I told her that I knew this and I also knew he was going to get dirty playing anyway, so she brought this, then she asked what I had given him for lunch and when i told her, she moaned and how many drinks he had, it was only 2 fruit shoots, the boy can drink lots when he is playing and he doesn't have these often so I just nodded.

On Sunday I took it slowly to get ready to go out as the party wasn't till 2pm and I didn't want my son getting to tired out before it otherwise he gets the tired strop on. I told him to go for a snooze about 11 as he was still tired from the Weeks fun he has been having, but did he sleep, nope,not at all. I heard him playing, singing and the the "I've had my snooze now" this was an hour after going up, so I told him to just stay in his room, which he did. We finally get ready for the party and we set off after I remember to wrap the present, write the card and make sure he has his inhaler.
We get to the party and all his friends are there and tearing round the place and it hadn't even started yet, so they all line up and the party leader takes them in to the hall, as this happens my phone starts to ring and it my mum, so I keep an eye on what door they have gone through and make my way outside so I can talk to my mum. We say the pleasantries and she reminds me that we are meeting for dinner Saturday night, which I say yes is still on, the she throws in

"remember when we were discussing this last time and I said I might need to stay over"
"yeeees"
"Were you just saying that or did you mean it"
"I meant it of course, if you want to stay I'm more than happy"
"Oh great, it will probably Friday and Saturday night but maybe also Sunday"
"No problems" I say, which really was the beginning of them, so we say bye and I text the gf and let her know. When she got the text she thought I was joking then when I wasn't she seemed fine with it, until of course that was until I got in and the she moans that I should have asked her first, who's going to do all the cleaning blah blah blah. So we have a little barny about it but get over it. My mum will be coming over Friday as she is judging a horse jumping competition somewhere, horses bore me so if she told me I must have switched off. I told my son about Gran ma coning to stay and he is so excited, fingers crossed the weekend goes smoothly and that my mum would like takeaway everynight as I have no idea what I would cook for her.

Foo weekend

The past week has bene steady, nothing of major excitment happening till Tuesday evening.

Tuesday nights the gf works, so when i got in I started making dinner for me and my son, whilst doing this I got a text from a friend asking if I wanted to go and see the Foo Fighters Friday night, I almost said yes there and then, but thought I better make sure the gf wasn't doing anything, so I sent the text.

"Hi x has invted me to see the Foo fighters Friday, do you mind if I go"

"No"

"Why"

"I have a meeting and I want to go"

"Well you go instead, I don't mind"

"No I still have this meeting"

"OK I'll tell him I can't make it"

"No you go"

Not a second had that text been read i sent one off to my friend that I will be coming (it was a first come first served basis).

So when the gf got home, there was the usual rules given.

1 Don't get to drunk

2 No pulling

3 Get home that night

Well the first one is difficult to stick to, so didn't, second one, not a problem, I am to drink and watch a band, last thing on my mind is pulling, especially with the gf waiting for me at home.

The third was going to be tricky though, not that I told her. I live in the south east of Kent and the train service isn't to bad, unless you are trying to get back from london. the last train is 11.30 and there is no give on this, if you miss it, it is an unlicenced taxi home or your staying the night at the station.

On Friday I leave work early and pick my son and gf up from her mums and we pop in to the supermarket for some food bits and I grab a couple of cases of beer, one for the journey. I phone my friend up and we walk down to the train station and get the 1.45 train in to london, we don't finish the case so we carry whats remaining till we get to Wembley as there is now no drinking on the tube. We find the tubes we need but the journey is a bit longer than we thought it would be so by the time we finally arrived at our spot we were in much need to a loo break, now the tube network doesn't really cater for this and if it does it hides the signs very well, so by the time we have dashed of the train and almost found an exit we spot the signs and all dash off. So with that out of the way we head off to the stadium and grab some food on the way, also stopping off at a bar as the doors haven't opened yet.

When we get in, the place seems bigger than when I went to see Metallica, but of course it can't be (can it). We finally find our seats and if you haven't been Wembley is very steep and if you suffer from vertigo, proberbly not the best of places to go.

We watch the warm up bands, first I have no idea who it is, the second is suprgrass and I knew 1 song of theirs, oh well.

Finally the Foo fighers come on and the concert is excellant, beer, great music and good company.

I took some pics which are below

Before the Foos started

The Foos onstage

Night time Foos

TBH

Not much really happened this weekend we did go to a Christening on Sunday of a friend that we haven't seen for ages. I didn't really know them they are a friend of the gf, so it was nice for them to catch up.

My son took some pics of the church which I will post when I get them off of my phone, it was one of the ways to get him to behave himself as he started to get a bit bored and I know he likes taking pictures when he can. I have been thinking of getting him the fisher price digital camera (http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=132621&e=mainproduct&acccat=cameracc&mainid=42129&pid=42129) but was thinking that either he won't use it much or because I'm fussy will the picture quality be any good. I'll have to see if anyone I know that have kids have one.

The previous week we went to a friends 40th Birthday which was a good night out, it was at the local football club and there were quite a few people I didn't know, but quite a few mates that I did. We took our son with us as we knew other children would also be there and that they could look after/play with him. It has been the first time in ages that me and the gf have been out together as a couple and to me it felt great and something I realise that we should do more often.

So at the party we had quite a few drinks and a good laugh also catching up with people that I hadn't seen for a while, I was also reintroduced to an old drink, its a Turbo shandy, this if you don't know is half a larger in a pint glass topped up with Smirnoff ice (or similar lemonade alcopop), tastes just like a shandy but with a kick. I had a couple of these and realised why I had stopped drinking them, they go straight to your head.


Oh and after a four month drought we did make love on the weekend before bank holiday