Disastrous Friday, Cool Saturday

Friday was one of the worst days of my life! All started well, with the cleaning, but it all went down and down from then on, resulting in me not being allowed to collect Sam for his sleepover. That sparked a stand-up argument with Sam's mum's boyfriend in the street, which unfortunately didn't end in violence.

So, completely and utterly pissed off and furious I did what I tend to in such situations - went to meet my friend Stella. I got completely trolleyed on Friday night, and even swore at some friends (sorry chaps). Still, it meant that I was sort of confined to one place while feeling volcanic, and prevented me returning to their house for another showdown.

To be honest I am happy there wasn't a fight - after all, by his own admission, he is such a skilled and inventive tae-kwon-do black belt that the British Tae-Kwon-Do Association named a special move after him! You don't want to be messing around with those kind of guys eh! No siree! I was also called an "alcoholic bully". Well, that's half right. It's sort of funny being called that by somebody with a police record full of domestic violence incidents, and who wrote his car off in a field while off his head drunk, but there you go. It was refreshing to note that he's still a habitual and easy liar, as within a few seconds he stated "I don't drink alcohol any more", followed by "I don't drink as much as you do". Wonder which one is right? I guess the box of beer I saw him buying a few Saturdays ago were for a friend....

Ho hum. Friday was a total nightmare and I really missed having Sam around.

So to Saturday. I picked Sam up at 8 in the morning and we had a really nice day together. The long-running battle between Sam's Lego Batman and The Joker continued...Sam always gets to be the good guys. It started off with even sides, but over time The Joker's forces have been reduced to such an extent that he now has only a beaten up bin lorry, a small fire engine and Chick Hicks (the baddie from the film Cars) in his possession, and his "army" amounts to two pirates, a lorry driver and a fireman. No wonder he always gets whupped.

Too soon it was 6 pm and time to take Sam back. How can 10 hours feel like 20 minutes? Sam and me had a big tea of bangers and mash, then it was time. I was meant to go bowling last night but I was so fed-up that I would just have depressed everyone else there, so I stayed at home to watch The Culture Show.

I am hoping this week will be better!

p.s. check out Louise Priest's radio show next Sunday morning for another classic 2-Sox embarrassing admission.

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