Technology is great

The past week and this weekend didn't see me doing much.

I got home Friday and as I had some bits to do in my room thought I would put the PC on and listen to some music, everything booted ok, but when i went to access my external hardrive it seemed to take ages, then when I clicked it nothing happened, if I could look in the mirror at the point I'm sure my face would have been white as the colour drained. I have nearly all of my music collection on there as I thought I could use my PC as a jukebox and the amount of time it took me to upload everything doesn't bare thinking about. So a lot of Friday evening was trying to repair it and trying to find out what was wrong, after spending to long on it, I sorted my son out for bed, I can't remember why but we let him fall asleep on the sofa, me and the gf then played the computer, we started off with a snowboarding game but it kept crashing, so we moved on to Mario Kart on the Wii, I didn't do to badly and won a few races but no trophies until the last match of the night.

Saturday was a bit of a loss day, it was spent getting up late (well the gf anyway, I was up just before 9), lazing about a bit, then wondering in to town for haircuts and a couple of basics needed from the supermarket. the gf cooked us dinner, which was nice, she used a spread n bake on some chicken, it was tikka flavour was was quite nice and the chicken stayed nice and moist.
we cuddled up on the sofa and watched Snakes on a plane, I have seen it so already knew how bad it was, but for a B movie I didn't expect much, the gf wasn't overly impressed with it but she did chuckle a couple of times through it.

I had decided Saturday that I was going to have a lie in on Sunday, I didn't do to bad and dragged myself out about 10/half 10ish, got my son and myself breakfast and got dressed. The previous evening we had been discussing what to have for dinner and all the usual suggestions weren't met with any eagerness from anyone, so I decided that we would have a roast, so once the gf had got up, about 12ish, i went to Tesco and brought a small chicken breast for roasting and everything else that was needed, potatoes, flours, eggs, milk and lunch box bits. When i get home my son wants to go and see his friend so I watch him go round to make sure he is safe and when he's in I head off to my room to play my computer, before I went up though the gf asked what time dinner would be ready I said about 4 she said 3, I thought OK, I can do that and played for about half hour, it was now 2pm and I hadn't got anything prepared, so I peel the spuds and get them steaming, whilst that's going on get the batter ready for the Yorkshire puddings, then it was time to put the spuds in to the roasting time and put the chicken on. as that left me with about half hour potting time I faffed round the house a bit, sorting my washing out, watching a bit of telly, washing up the pans and mixing bowl I had used, I popped my head round the lounge door and asked if she wanted a cuppa, well of course she did, she then asked what time dinner would be ready, I said about 4 and she just smirked. My timing seemed to be spot on and everything was ready at once, except my son, he was still at his friends and when the gf went to get him no one answered, she has a pathetic weak knock, so I shot round to get him but this took about 5-10 mins as he couldn't find his jacket and me and his friends dad got chatting, even though I am trying to leave, the gf phoned to see what she should do and i told her just to turn everything off. I got in and luckily nothing was burnt but another minute or two it would have been, I dish the roast up, with all the veg for my son (broccoli, sprouts, peas and sweetcorn) same for the gf apart from the peas and sweetcorn and just the peas and sweetcorn for me, not that we are fussy at all, my son got in a little strop as I had only put on Yorkshire on his plate, I did tell him he could have another afterwards and this seem to cheer him up. The evening was spent with me putting out son to bed for an early night as he was still so tired and then me ironing whilst she sorted her room out as it looked like a bomb had hit it.