Undercooked Goose

Came on the bus today. Took a gamble and caught a later bus, banking on the traffic not being so bad now that's it's nearly Xmas. When I try and plug myself into my Ipod I realise that the screen is broken. Disaster. Think I broke it when I had too much jammed into my pack on the bike yesterday and it was among all my other stuff. A new screen is going to cost me £49 about half the price of a new Ipod.

Glad I left home before Daughter got up. When I called up to her as I left, she didn’t sound at her best after her late night on the town.

Very foggy. L says she struggled to keep her eye on the dog this morning, despite the fact that he is equipped with a flashing light on his back. She could have lost him, which is something she says she's been trying to do for some considerable time. Could probably do with some more lights on him.

On the way home the 5.35 bus is busy because as usual it arrives before the 5.20 which is always late. So I don't get a seat to myself. A girl sits next to me plugged into her music, it's the Killers, yes it's that loud I can hear every note. Well at least she's got taste. After about ten attempts selecting music on my Ipod, because my damaged screen makes it difficult to read the menus, I settle on Forward Russia to drown her out. The girl, well she's early thirties, is now busy texting. I nosily steal a glance or two at her screen. I'm sure at one point she's texts 'b home in 20 on knees in 25'. Sounds like someone's in for a bit of a 'welcome home'.

We are going to the theatre tonight, a nice romantic play called the 'Golden Goose'. Yes it's a Christmas 'special' put on by Daughter's Guides group at the local church hall. I drop her off there for final rehearsal then take Doggo for a wander round the pond, then I shove him in the car and meet L at Guides.

The play, as expected, is shockingly awful. Apathetic and mostly inaudible acting by most of the all female cast. It makes you wonder why they've bothered. Glenda the Goose is good though, as are a few others, Daughter included. She at least puts feeling into the two lines she gets to deliver; perhaps all the drama classes etc have taught her something after all. We get cake (very small) and coffee (very anaemic) included for our £1 entry fee. We smuggle a slice of Xmas cake out for Doggo, no icing obviously.

Afterwards we do a Xmas food shop at Sainsbury's and bring home one of their curry meals for four, only £10.99. It is actually very good, although very microwave intensive, we are 'binging' away for ages. The meal easily feeds four of us with the addition of only Naan bread. Although Son only picks out the best bits of his curry, not that he doesn't like it or isn't hungry, it's just that his computer game is waiting and eating is not a good use of his time.

'Holding'

On bus today. Tuesday is normally a bike day but I'm off for a few post-work beers with some old school friends. So not wise to bike home after that. Will delay the biking until Wednesday.

Regrettably this means an early start and I'm not even sure L is conscious of me kissing and fondling her back before I get up and head for the shower.

Don’t know if it's anything to do with the fact that I complained to the bus company about the pile of change I got off the driver last week but today's driver has a whole wodge of £5 notes. It's a good job too because the two people in front of me both paid with a £10 note. Today I'm a good boy because I have the correct money.

Gypsy encampment still here. I assume they have to get a court order before they can shift our unwanted guests. They’ll be here all week I imagine. Their presence is causing chaos; all the cars that can’t get in the car park are parking on the pavements up and down the street.

L tells me she forgot her towel when she went swimming this morning. She didn't reckon that she looked terribly cool with her running shirt wrapped around her head, trying to drip-dry her body in the changing rooms. She may not have looked terribly cool but I'd still have liked to have been there, bet she looked great. Wonder if she'll act it out again for me tonight.

L confirms that it was indeed a Swedish group who supported Kylie Minogue at the NEC, they were called "The Melody Club". To our knowledge they have never appeared at Rock City, so that was purely a red herring.

Straight from work I meet two friends from my school days for a beer or two. I have something dark from Everards and a Brunswick brewed Triple Hop but very nice. Then two of us go for a curry and a pint of Cobra. I have a curry with pickle in it which is very nice, the Keema Naan is disappointing though, a bit thin and lacking in meat.

I catch the 8.50 bus home. My friend who is on his bike is going in one to a bike club meet at another pub, he's already had three pints, and he'll be rocking on his way home.

Get home to find that my Winnie The Pooh nose clips have arrived. They are not quite what I was expecting, they are notelets not nose clips, unfortunately still not terribly useful.

L has a glass of wine but I abstain, I have had three pints after all, on a AF Tuesday. L asks what gossip I have to report from my two friends. The answer of course is none, we don't do gossip, much more important things to discuss, like erm... well I can't remember now but it was important at the time. I also get ticked off over the sexual content of my blog.

We retire to bed and well all I'm allowed to say is that we had a very enjoyable time 'holding' each other.