The Weekend.

Well, what a weekend. There were some good bits, some bad bits and some indifferent bits.

For a start it was great weather down here in Sussex, and for that reason (and not the fact the baby woke us up at 5:45 am) that we got up early on Saturday and got some chores out of the way. I managed to wash 2 out of 3 cars* which I like to do. I do like a shiny car and as Wifey’s car is only 5 months old it’s an easy job to keep it clean. A quick shower and off to town to the bank and some lunch. We have some good coffee shops & cafes in our town and we were enjoying a ham and cheese panini and a mocha when the baby decides he’ll have a number 2. This in it’s self wouldn’t have been a problem but the fact he let everyone in our vicinity know what he was up to was. We hastily ate and drank up and left very red faced (as was the baby with all the straining :-( ).


We headed to the shops where Wifey picked up a couple of new outfits on the pretence of the baby’s baptism next weekend. I had offered to pay, but ended up paying more than I wanted as she liked her ‘respectable’ Christening outfit, and I liked the short skirt and see through halter neck top. We left the shop with both and a dent in my bank balance.

In the afternoon we popped down to Brighton, (which is a thing to be generally avoided on a hot day at the weekend) as Wifey’s granny is in hospital there. We met her parents for a coffee, only for an argument to ensure which resulted in her dad storming off. Not a highlight of the weekend and the air has not been cleared yet. Wifey adores her parents and this cast a shadow over the rest of the day.

The evening was left for some quality ‘us’ time.

Sunday bought with it a lazy, but pleasurable start to the day, followed by a little decorating and a trip to the local garden centre. There ensued some hard work by us both, interrupted by a crotchety son and some friends who are leaving the country for 2 years to work in the Caribbean. It was really good to see them both and one has to be a little envious. In the evening we were visited again by some friends who we’ve not seen for far too long as they rarely get out of London, but a trip to Brighton brought them our way and all 4 or us struggled to get a word in edge ways.

Now back to work.

*I only want 2 cars but I just can’t sell one of our old ones despite it being only just over 2 years old and in great condition – does this sound like an advert?

Bloody NHS – Again.

This will be a very short post as I need to go and open a road….. Cut a ribbon & everything sort of open….

Our little boy has been suffering an asthma attack brought on by a cold for three days now. Wifey took him to the doctors yesterday who sent her away with a flee in her with a thinly veiled attack for being an over protective mother. This morning he was still just as bad so I thought I’d phone NHS (re)Direct. A spoke to a very nice Nurse Practitioner who basically said sod what the Doctor say’s get him to A&E.

Why is it that every time Wifey or I have anything to do with the NHS it turns in to a battle royal?

May be in some future posts I’ll go in to it, but right now Wifey should be on her way to the really good Paediatric Hospital in Brighton and I’ve got to go and open a road – now where did I put those scissors???

The Wife (Part Deux)

Today’s post will be somewhat cut short by time. I have a lunch meeting to go to which is far nearer home than work so I have opted to work from home. This may sound like a great idea (as he posts in his dressing gown) but you do have to remember due to business commitments of the Wife I have to look after the baby as well (he is watching breakfast news at the moment and seems non-plused by the feeing of our servicemen in Iran but he is interested in the news from the London Stock Exchange).

Anyway – On to the point of the post; wives. I had threatened to post about but Greavsie set me thinking by saying he lives in the dog house for not making Barbarella sexy enough. This, unfortunately, set me thinking about wife jokes. So, a selection of my favorites.

A wife is like a hurricane; when they arrive they are wet and wild, when then leave they take your house and your car….

Why do men die before their wives? Because they want to….

Why does a bride smile when she walks down the isle? Because she knows she’s given her last BJ….

Why do brides get married in white? To match all the other domestic appliances.

Good eh? There are loads more where they cam from but maybe some more another time.

*AFC 30K knows there will be hell to pay for this post but feels it is worth the pain to share the humour*

I doubt there will be any posts over the Easter weekend as the living room needs decorating. In fact the whole house needs decorating bar the baby’s room.

The Wife

The Wife, or Wifey as she is referred to reads this blog and has wondered when I may get around to writing about her.

Writing about your wife, girlfriend or in fact any 'significant other' poses all sorts of problems - I mean, what should I write. She may be offended by what I write. She may have really pissed me off and I may want to vent my frustration in blog land. I could write about sex - sex bloggers are very influential in cyber space. I may just feel 'loved-up' one day and I do need to keep her on her toes.....

So, for those of you out there that may be reading, what do you think - post or no post?