Catching up

It’s been a long time since I’ve written anything remotely interesting here. Apart from a couple of random rants, it’s been pretty quiet. Mainly because I’ve been having too much fun in the real world to think about writing it all down. However, for the sake of the record, a bullet pointed synopsis of my last two weeks. 

I flew to England to see two close friends getting married where I: 

• decided, on the day of the wedding, to buy an entirely new outfit and managed to get everything – shoes, dress, handbag, make up etc – in under two hours
• watched a friend climb a tree for no other reason except she could
• drank too much whisky
• spent money like it was water
• flirted with old friends
• decided to go out clubbing when going home to bed was probably a better idea
• made a beeline for the tallest man in the club and made him buy me more drinks
• regretted not having a bio-hazard suit for my stay in Fursty Ferret’s hovel house

On the Sunday we went to a friend’s house for a BBQ and to watch the England/Germany game. Here I: 

• collapsed on the sofa claiming death because I was so hungover from the wedding
• drank some Pimms and started to feel myself again
• laughed at the boys getting super serious about the football
• spent my time tweeting someone who was sitting about 2 metres away from me
• sat on the decking with my feet in a bucket of water
• watched a friend put 26p on their credit card so we could pay for a replenished supply of Pimms
• realised that I can harbour a crush for a looooooong time
• made a twitter game into a conversation in the pub
• came up with a million and one things the English were good at (queueing, complaining, rowing, being sarcastic, building empires, coming up with reasons they were the best)
• crashed on a sofa just so I wouldn’t have to get a train and because I didn’t want the day to end.

This weekend, Fursty Ferret flew over to see me. On Friday we… 

• made friends with a random girl on the plane (this was him, obviously, not me) kidnapped her (with her consent of course) made her come shopping with us and then dropped her home
• spent 30 minutes trying to work out how to blow up the airmattress. Damn German engineering
• had a dinner party, drank too much wine and ended up dancing round the sitting room to bad music
• sang rugby songs at the top of our voices as we made our way into town
• had an argument on the way home about something neither or us can remember. I think (and I think I’m right too) that FF was talking bollocks of some sort.

On Saturday we… 

• had to wake up early. I dragged myself out of bed at stupid o’clock, made tea and breakfast, woke up FF and dragged him to the local stadium to help run the bar for the Major Rugby Match
• worked on the bar for 8 hours, not the advertised 4
• had differing opinions on headgear. I got a sunburnt head, FF wore a hat
• watched my New Team win the Major Rugby Match
• sat on the grass talking rubbish was various people
• fell back into old roles. I realised that FF was more popular in my New Team than I was, despite me having had a 3 month head start
• ( I ) was teased about a previous dalliance and, stupidly, continued to flirt with said man despite my head screaming at me not to
• ( I ) flirted outrageously with someone 6 years my junior (not the same man as the dalliance – I know, I know)
• played silly drinking games
• listened to rugby songs sung in French (except for Yogi Bear which, apparently, transcends language)

On Sunday we…

• were both hungover
• went to visit my friend in France
• sat in the sunshine playing ornithologists
• paddled in a very warm lake
• went out in a boat to see what we could see
• hit some golf balls around
• laughed over our brilliant weekend