Saturday January 9th
Awoke to many aches and pains due to some particularly graceless landings while ‘plaggy bagging’. Braved the snow to do a bt of shopping, thinking that all the dipshits who normally inhabit ASDA on a Saturday would be at home, safe and warm in their badly decorated council dwellings. But, alas, it wasn’t to be. If you have 8 kids, and there’s 2 parents, why no leave the kids at home with one parent? Instead of having them whoop and squeal and chimpanzee their way round ASDA?
We then walked down a big steep hill to get the sledge back (we abandoned it at my Mam’s after the ‘I need a wee’ episode). The wife wore poorly treaded boots, so the whole stroll took a good 35 minutes, where it would usually take 10. It was freezing. I was fuming.
The wife made amends though, by cooking a big bowl of chicken stew in the evening, and let me watch the full Birmingham-Man U match. Sadly, this was interrupted by 2 parents and 2 kids, who came for tea, and then started whooping and squealing and chimpanzeeing. And that was just the parents.
