Been wracking my brain trying to remember what I did this weekend. Then I uploaded my photos from the weekend and it all came back to me. How sad am I?!!?!! I can’t remember a thing w/out some form of visual aide. Is this a sign of old age?? If it is I don’t want to know.
Saturday we walked into the village to pick up Wal a man sized steak from the butchers. On the way home we stopped off at the pub and had a couple of pints.
The last time we did this Squidge was such a little shit we said we’d never do it again. Fast forward 2 months and the memory of the trauma has faded and we try it again. She was fantastic. Of course I did bring cake in a desperate attempt to soothe the beast. It worked. Hey don’t judge me! So that folks was the extent of my super exciting weekend.
Wal is still dithering about with my flight and hasn’t booked it yet. The plan, at least in my head, is to fly home on the 14th so that I can spend some time with my parents can spend time with Squidge before they leave for Portugal. Will keep everyone updated on the great booking a flight drama ’08.