what a start to the week!!!
I hate mondays. Not normally a pessimistic person, more a glass half full kinda gal. But i hate Mondays. Really hate Mondays. Especially Bank Holiday Mondays when everyone is off EXCEPT ME!!!!!
Weekend wasnt bad, went to 2 parties. Party 1 was a birthday party for my best friend's inispid husband. So we all dressed in our finery, went down and hovered for bout 30 mins whilst the delicious aromas of everything bad wafted around my nostrils.It was supposed to be a suprise. But he walked in 30 mins early and i dont know who was more suprised, him or her! But i was good, I had filled up on a big bowl of pasta beforehand and just had some plain salald and water whilst they were all gorging. I did have ONE small baby doughnut and that was it
However, Saturday was another story. Got up, good intentions, walked the dogs till their legs dropped off (not literally all you animal lovers!) had a healthy breakfast, healthy lunch, plenty of water. Went to a party......and was so bored that i had to drink. and with the drinking came the eating - though i did resist having a chinese and just had a nibble of the OH's rather tasty salted chilli chicken. Felt like crap all day yesterday (nothing to do with the alcohol i swear!).
Anyways on to my crappy Monday - woke up late. with a headache and feeling like i'd gone ten rounds with Mike Tyson. Bounced in the shower,e dressed, bounced in the car, headed to work in a daze...and got caught speeding!!! Idiot. That got me mad. Not at him, but at me. For being so stoopid. One £60 fine and 3 penalty points later, head into work to find a huge, mount everst sized slab of chocolate sponge cake with cherries and whipped cream and chocolate sprinkles, perched in front of my computer like some kind of holy grail. Turns out it was Polish Robert's birthday and his wife had lovingly slaved over this calorific cake for hours. And he insisted i had to have a piece. at 8.45am. On a Monday. So i had a little nibble (think mini mouse sized) and stuck the rest in the fridge. Will take home to the OH. If we are still talking.
Which leads me onto my next crappy Monday entry. So here i am, sitting feeling like crap, trying to resist the cake, when in walked a huge bunch of flowers (carried by a florist, not on their own. that would be scary). For me!!!
Lillies and roses and some white stuff i dont the name of. Very pretty. Ack, dear OH i thought, trying to cheer me up. So i puts them in water, phones the OH to say thank you. IT WASNT HIM!!!!! So, we have a huge fight where he basically accuses me of having an affair and asking me where the flowers came from. I dont fecking know!!! So much shouting and hanging up of phones later i'm sitting here, cake in front of me. Teetering on the edge of sanity.
Laters
Angell