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Posted by: Eddie2sox Sunday 25th March 2007, 11:30am
Last edited 25/03/2007 11:30am by Eddie2sox

I earned myself a large slice of good karma on Saturday evening, so theoretically all I have to do is sit back and wait for somethign great to happen?

Sam

Picked up Sam on Friday afternoon and we had a pretty good time. Sam had his traditional chip butty for tea - with my home-made, lovingly crafted tomato ketchup! Unfortunately Sam didn't touch it much, and at the end of eating asked "Daddy, is this the same red sauce?" Of course, it's from the same bottle Sam. "Well it tastes different and I don't like it." DOH!

Saturday was freezing cold, rainy and windy. We did venture out briefly into town, with the aim of going to the Corn Exchange to see if there were any more shows coming up - following the triumphant Tweenies visit on Wednesday. We didn't make it that far, the weather beat us. We did have fun all day though, from 5.30 a.m. when Sam appeared next to me in bed, threw his arms round me and kissed my forehead (doesn't get ANY better than that) all the way through. We put the latest photos in the photo album, then we looked all the way through both albums, and Sam was commenting away, asking questions, it's great that he's learning about his life plus his daddy's life too. Amazingly, sometimes he points at a picture of me when I was a nipper and asks if it's him. Maybe he's grown up with me and my hare lip and it means nothing to him......hope so, he will take people how they are rather than how they look like.

Two great new games! We used one of those magnetic "draw on it then wipe it off" thingies as Bob The Builder's computer, which kept drawing pictures of jobs we had to do.......you wouldn't believe it! Muck the Dumper Truck needed oiling (oil applied, Muck very happy), Postman Pat had tummy ache (put to bed for FOUR WEEKS bedrest), the Piston Cup was dirty (polished, looking lovely), the Air Football table wasn't working (fully tested, no apparent problems, needs re-checking on Tuesday), and the shed with the red roof in Bob's building yard had a leak (wooden planks bolted on to stop the leak).

Second was a variation on the Car Race Obstacle Race game. Sam's four racing cars were in competition, and Daddy was timing their two runs on the course to see who was the fastest. Course this time was the wood plank zig zag, pushing the golf ball through the purple tunnel (sounds like a euphemism thinking about it), Matey Men zig zag (they have now been christened - Captain Fishy, Captain Dodgy, Captain Farty-Pants "Daaa-Daaa-DAAAAAAAH!", and Captain Cow), over the green golf jump, through the red hole, over another golf ball, take off from orange golf hole, clock stops when you land on the blue golf hole. The red racing car won. Full timings:

1. Red 0:55.49 + 0:42.91 = 1:38.40

2. Blue & Orange 1:03.06 + 0:56.59 = 1:59.65

3. Black & Silver 1:13.30 + 1:04.30 = 2:17.60

4. Blue & White 1:08.19 + 1:29.95 = 2:38.14

Sam loved the timing aspect of this game and loved the adding up at the end to see who had won!

We had early bathtime because there was an HOUR LONG YOU'VE BEEN FRAMED SPECIAL!!!!! That was of course greatly appreciated, Sam loves the slapstick, I like that plus Harry Hill's dry commentary. So. all in all, I can't think of a better way to spend a cold, wet, rainy day indoors than with my fantastic young man Sam!

Pub Or Pie?

A couple of people had asked me to join them to watch the England v Israel game in the pub. I fancied staying in to make pigeon pie.....Sam said I should go to the pub and watch football! I had an attack of sensible-ness (is that a word?) and decided to stay in and cook the pie. Went straight to Tesco from Sam's mummy's house to buy the last few ingredients. Just as I was getting in me car to come home a young woman ran up and asked if it was safe to drive on a flat tyre. Told her she would be OK to go very slowly to the garage to re-inflate it, then my conscience kicked in and I crawled along behind her to the air pump. Took a look - it was obvious that a puff of air would not be sufficient, as the tyre was completely off the wheel! She asked if it would re-inflate? No chance. Do you know how to change a tyre? Uh-oh....yes. I'll pay you to change it for me! You bloody won't pay me, I'll do it for nothing, do you have a spare tyre? Fortunately she did! I proceeded to get absolutely filthy, soaking wet and freezing cold as I changed her wheel. She didn't have a car manual so I had to feel and guess where the strongest part of the car was to jack it up, lifted it and spent the time expecting a horrific ripping metal sound as the jack went through the bottom of the car......that didn't happen though, and within minutes she was off home to hubby and a cosy Satruday night in. Bless.

Fate - I Get The Hint!

So. At this point I reconsidered my plan for the evening. If I'd gone home and thence to the pub I wouldn't have ended up in a cold, minging state (but with a happy conscience). I took it that Fate was saying GO TO THE PUB YOU CLOWN so I went.

Saturday Night Woolpack - Care In The Community?

Got to the pub at half time in the footie, England drawing 0-0 with Israel in a must-win game. Not too many people in, great! Football re-started, and England had all of the ball but no cutting edge, the game ended 0-0 - real danger of not qualifying for Euro 2008 now.

Ian the bar manager (and husband of my pseudo-sister Debbie) was in good form, along with South African/Scottish/English/Russian/Martian Stuart and a little later Roy The Caretaker. Lots of fun talk, especially at the versatility of the jockanese word "pish"...."I'm pished"....."yeez talking pish"......."off for a pish boys" etc. Thanks to Gerry for that, probably the nicest Jock you'll ever meet. He'd been out all day and headed off home about 9 to settle down on the settee to watch Scotland on Match Of The Day and scoff another Easter egg (he's got through 3 already). He's right though, Easter egg choc is THE best choc. Another local walked in (Trev maybe?) and ordered a pint of Old Speckled Hen, then stuck a chicken costume head on his bonce......

Well. Who's have thought there were SO many chicken related terrible puns....

"He's only here cos he's hen-pecked"....

"Don't egg him on...."

"That beer looks fowl".....

"I think his brain's scrambled....."

"It's no yolk, I hope he's all white...."

"Good to see him coing out of his shell...."

"Looks like he's hatching a plan....."

Plus about another 50 absolutely CRAP jokes, all of which were, at the time, the funniest thing you've ever heard. Predictably, some idiot stuck chicken-related songs on the jukebox (might have been me), The Chicken Song, Wishbone Ash, Rooster, Chicken Stomp.....oh dear. We agreed that if nothing else, we were keeping three complete buffoons off the streets on a Saturday night.

The gorgeous single mum came in too, as did Trev and Georgie on their way into town, and just before I left Sean and Cathy. Sean's looking hairier by the minute.

Anyway. I had a brilliant time in The Woolpack last night. Thanks Fate, and thanks Stu, Ian (mung me another, beer monger!) and Roy, and Chicken Man.

Cricket World Cup

It's going well so far! Records are being set, the highlight being Herschelle Gibbs' six sixes in one over. England have trundled ponderously into the Super Eights, they're going to be in trouble reaching the semis. My tip, New Zealand, have comfortably despatched all opponents so far - including England - so still looking good. Ireland would have been my outside bet for an associated (that is, not fully Test Match recognised) to make the Super Eights, and they have, don't you hate it when you don't tell people about summat that later happens!

Poor Bob Woolmer though, there's lots of mileage in this story, also bringing back the Hansie Cronje theories.......match fixing anyone? Bob Woolmer didn't deserve to be murdered, as an ex-test player. Still the jokes have started already. Someone said that the entire Pakistani cricket team are giving up cricket for Bob slaying. And also, it seems they're the first team to ever go to the one-day world cup and come back with the Ashes. (If you want to complain, only do so if you have NEVER enjoyed a joke about anything in bad taste).

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