Wednesday Catch-Up

Blog: Norfolk Single Dad
Posted by: Eddie2sox Wednesday 30th May 2007, 7:38pm
Last edited 30/05/2007 7:38pm by Eddie2sox

Had fun with Sam yesterday, and been so busy.......what with the cleaning, voluntary work, Sam.....how DID I manage when I had a proper job?

Right, so it’s been a busy old time. Tuesday was cleaning from half five to noon, then I had Sam here all afternoon. The cleaning was boring, but the afternoon was ACE.

Tuesday Afternoon

We played with Sam’s Lego a lot. He is now starting to make original things himself, usually cars or planes, all with special skills more associated with Superman or Captain Fartypants. He loves seeing three or four of his creations all lined up (parked, daddy) together! We decided to go out for a walk, with Sam riding his bike, even though it was chucking it down with rain. A bit of rain has never stopped us doing anything before, and didn’t yesterday either. Sam pedalled like the clappers round the KES cycle path, so much so that he felt hot and wanted his coat undone. At which point he decided to start puddle splashing, and measuring their depth with his hand - but palm side down. In short order he had soggy arms, soaking trousers, and sodden undercrackers. Sam walked along the college wall while I pushed his bike, and countless passing females looked on adoringly. At Sam, not me, more’s the pity! Tea was bolognaise with garlic bread - Sam’s favourite at the moment, he had THREE slices - and again all too soon it was back to his mummy’s. His mummy was out! I later found that she’d texted me at 6.30 (the time Sam gets back) to say they had gone out to buy a fireplace, and please explain to Sam - flipping heck, I didn’t even get the text til later, how was I meant to explain? Fortunately Sam was as good as gold cos Grandma was there, and we had a lovely hug before parting for another few days. I was rather annoyed about the text and lack of mummy for Sam!

Wednesday Morning & Afternoon

Today started with cleaning again, which is sometimes strangely therapeutic. I was SOOOOO knackered at 5.05 a.m. when the alarm went off. Wandered up to The Woolpack - 20 vehicles passed me even at that time - 16 of them only had one person inside! Wonder where they were all going and if they could have walked or used a bike instead? While I was cleaning, Scottish and DJ Jay wandered past (god knows what they were doing out of bed at 6 in the morning!), I arranged to meet Jay for a chat tomorrow dinnertime. Sam’s mum has asked me to send an invitation to his birthday party to her brother’s kids Alfie and Emma - but two weeks ago she said they were going to have a separate family do. I didn’t have any invitations left so suggested she pop into Planet Zoom to pick one up - WELL!!!! I may as well have done a pooh in her handbag! “HOW can I go to Planet Zoom? It’s not near here!“ I did consider suggesting “Walk, it’ll take 20 minutes” or “Send your boyfriend in his car” but that would just stoke her fires of indignation further! Maybe I ought to start wiping her bum after she’s taken a dump as well? Later on, back from the pub at Wisbech, I had an hour to have a nap before a voluntary shift this afternoon from 2 til 6. The shift was VERY quiet, which seems to suggest that the country is a happy place, and then it’s home time.

Tonight for me is heaven! I have a Chinese takeaway, AND Big Brother 8 starts! It doesn’t get any better than that!

Random Bits & Bobs

You may have read a while ago that Sam’s mummy stopped Sam coming here on Bank Holiday Monday, and therefore prevented us watching the banger racing that I’d had planned since February. Reason being “We have plans”. Well, I was flabbergasted and extremely disappointed to find out what those plans were. Sam and his mummy went to Grandma’s house for “a roast dinner“. Wonderful. Let’s face it, you can’t have a roast dinner ANY time you want to can you……..

I heard a very rare Elvis Presley song on the radio this morning, the first, and ultimately unreleased, version of “Blue Suede Shoes”. I “think” the words were something like this:

“Well it’s a one for a Stella,

Two for some fags,

Three get yer coat on,

Cos the Globe’s full of sl…err…totty,

And don’t you,

Sit on Bob’s Senior Stool.

You can do anything,

But don’t sit on Bob’s senior stool.

You can have a pop cos his hair is grey,

He’ll laugh in your face if you tell him he’s gay,

Say that he’s thick and you’ll look a fool,

But uh-oh geezer stay off of that stool,

And don’t you,

Sit on Bob’s Senior Stool.

You can do anything,

But don’t sit on Bob’s senior stool.

Stool, stool, senior stool, uh-huh-huh,

Stool, stool, senior stool, uh-huh-huh……

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