Published: 26/04/2009 00:00 -
Updated: 29/01/2010 13:08
SO little has happened in the last few weeks at home, that I've been scratching my head for something to fill my blog with. So I'm going to bore you. again.
I'm going to take you through a reasonably enjoyable Saturday in our household. It's boring as hell, it's probably not typical, but as you've logged on to this page your life must be pretty empty, so you might as well read it.
Saturday mornings, as often as possible, are lazy and slow-paced. And today has been no exception. It started, as they usually do, with a long lie in and a thorough read of the paper.
I woke up this morning at 9am. This is good, as I'm a bugger for getting up early when I really don't need to and wanting to lie in all morning when I'm not able to. It's nice to sleep in every now and again.
It's not early but it's going to be another few hours at least before Lizzy's showing any signs of life, so boredom soon sets in.
I decide to let the rabbit out and grab the papers off the doormat, retrieve the laptop and lie in bed with Facebook and The Sun.
Lizzy's deep sleep lapses momentarily as I turn the bedside light on. She's angry with me for waking her up with a bright light, but too tired to realise that herself so snoring and drooling on my shoulder resumes.
She soon nods off again and I don't hear another peep until she complains that the rabbit is on her leg.
Rabbit removed, I carry on with the paper, but soon get bored and turn on the telly. By now it's 10.30am and Lizzy's not shown any signs of consciousness, so it's time to bring out the big guns. I pop down and make her a coffee.
As I climb back in to bed I find myself having to console a semi-awake Lizzy.
She's upset because, during the night, some mystical force informed her that the first male she saw when she woke up would have to be thrown away.
Concerned, I tried to argue that, technically, the rabbit was the first male she saw but she warned me that didn't count and it took more than three minutes to convince her she was actually dreaming. Bless her.
One huge coffee down and Lizzy was starting to show basic signs of understanding the environment around her, so I handed her the Telegraph and we did some serious catching up on current affairs.
It was just after midday when I realised the time, and the fact we'd wasted half the day in bed and the horrible thought struck me that we were soon going to lose the chance to have the good day out I'd planned.
We quickly got ready, cleaned out Ferdy's cage and I scoured the house for some lunch. It didn't go well.
April's been a damned expensive month, and the last thing we needed was for our cupboards to suffer the same affliction that Old Mother Hubbard suffered one fateful day.
We popped to the Co-op regardless, brought some very cheap sandwiches (mine was 46p) and pulled out £20 cashback each. That was the day's budget.
First destination was a big tent showcase in Trentham, near Stoke. Lizzy and I have saved some money to buy a big posh tent as we love camping and see it as an investment in some cheap, fun holidays this year.
The tent show was staged in a field in the grounds of Trentham Monkey Forest, and we decided it would have been rude not to call in and see the forest as we'd travelled all that way.
It's brilliant! If you're ever down that way (and I can't think of any other reason to be) call in to see the monkeys.
In a sense it was a nice walk, frequently interrupted by a cooing Lizzy taking photos, but it was also genuinely interesting and run very well.
On the way back we called in to Uttoxeter to purchase some more fish for our fish tank. Which is finally flourishing again following the rather unfortunate accidental massacre last year.
Pets at Home, the big store you can take your dog in, had an unusually rubbish selection of fish in stock so we abandoned Uttoxeter and headed to the big garden centre in Findern.
Two fish bagged, and a small amount of our budget left, we called in at the Stenson Bubble, one of my favourite pubs, for a pint of interesting beer and some afternoon sunshine by the canal before heading home.
Rounding off the night with a bottle of wine and a film we managed to enrage the rabbit by watching the fish too much.
He seemed genuinely offended by the amount of time we spent watching the new fish and charged round the living room noisily, desperately trying to grab our attention.
A hot bath and a little bit more wine later and it was time for bed. A good day was had by all. Even the rabbit, who got a carrot as compensation for sitting at home while we went off and enjoyed a sunny Saturday.
York for lunch tomorrow, then watching the Grand Prix in Lizzy's flat before it's back to the grindstone the following day. Hopefully I'll be at home more next week and will have something to write about in my blog. For a change.
I'm going to take you through a reasonably enjoyable Saturday in our household. It's boring as hell, it's probably not typical, but as you've logged on to this page your life must be pretty empty, so you might as well read it.
Saturday mornings, as often as possible, are lazy and slow-paced. And today has been no exception. It started, as they usually do, with a long lie in and a thorough read of the paper.
I woke up this morning at 9am. This is good, as I'm a bugger for getting up early when I really don't need to and wanting to lie in all morning when I'm not able to. It's nice to sleep in every now and again.
It's not early but it's going to be another few hours at least before Lizzy's showing any signs of life, so boredom soon sets in.
I decide to let the rabbit out and grab the papers off the doormat, retrieve the laptop and lie in bed with Facebook and The Sun.
Lizzy's deep sleep lapses momentarily as I turn the bedside light on. She's angry with me for waking her up with a bright light, but too tired to realise that herself so snoring and drooling on my shoulder resumes.
She soon nods off again and I don't hear another peep until she complains that the rabbit is on her leg.
Rabbit removed, I carry on with the paper, but soon get bored and turn on the telly. By now it's 10.30am and Lizzy's not shown any signs of consciousness, so it's time to bring out the big guns. I pop down and make her a coffee.
As I climb back in to bed I find myself having to console a semi-awake Lizzy.
She's upset because, during the night, some mystical force informed her that the first male she saw when she woke up would have to be thrown away.
Concerned, I tried to argue that, technically, the rabbit was the first male she saw but she warned me that didn't count and it took more than three minutes to convince her she was actually dreaming. Bless her.
One huge coffee down and Lizzy was starting to show basic signs of understanding the environment around her, so I handed her the Telegraph and we did some serious catching up on current affairs.
It was just after midday when I realised the time, and the fact we'd wasted half the day in bed and the horrible thought struck me that we were soon going to lose the chance to have the good day out I'd planned.
We quickly got ready, cleaned out Ferdy's cage and I scoured the house for some lunch. It didn't go well.
April's been a damned expensive month, and the last thing we needed was for our cupboards to suffer the same affliction that Old Mother Hubbard suffered one fateful day.
We popped to the Co-op regardless, brought some very cheap sandwiches (mine was 46p) and pulled out £20 cashback each. That was the day's budget.
First destination was a big tent showcase in Trentham, near Stoke. Lizzy and I have saved some money to buy a big posh tent as we love camping and see it as an investment in some cheap, fun holidays this year.
The tent show was staged in a field in the grounds of Trentham Monkey Forest, and we decided it would have been rude not to call in and see the forest as we'd travelled all that way.
It's brilliant! If you're ever down that way (and I can't think of any other reason to be) call in to see the monkeys.
In a sense it was a nice walk, frequently interrupted by a cooing Lizzy taking photos, but it was also genuinely interesting and run very well.
On the way back we called in to Uttoxeter to purchase some more fish for our fish tank. Which is finally flourishing again following the rather unfortunate accidental massacre last year.
Pets at Home, the big store you can take your dog in, had an unusually rubbish selection of fish in stock so we abandoned Uttoxeter and headed to the big garden centre in Findern.
Two fish bagged, and a small amount of our budget left, we called in at the Stenson Bubble, one of my favourite pubs, for a pint of interesting beer and some afternoon sunshine by the canal before heading home.
Rounding off the night with a bottle of wine and a film we managed to enrage the rabbit by watching the fish too much.
He seemed genuinely offended by the amount of time we spent watching the new fish and charged round the living room noisily, desperately trying to grab our attention.
A hot bath and a little bit more wine later and it was time for bed. A good day was had by all. Even the rabbit, who got a carrot as compensation for sitting at home while we went off and enjoyed a sunny Saturday.
York for lunch tomorrow, then watching the Grand Prix in Lizzy's flat before it's back to the grindstone the following day. Hopefully I'll be at home more next week and will have something to write about in my blog. For a change.
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