It is a universal truth that if you have a crashing hangover men will come and dig the road up outside your bedroom window from 8am 🙁
The four cockerels were doing a crowing chorus, there was a mini digger trashing our daffodils on the verge outside the house putting in electricity to the new street light and the kids were being rowdy so despite needing at least another four hours sleep I got up. Ady had put cinnamon roll dough on for me – I’d be trying to drunkenly do it last night but the kids had had pancakes for tea so there wasn’t enough milk so Ady said he’d get some milk and stick the dough on for me before he went to work. He’s not been sleeping at all well and was downstairs by about 5am so I was aware of him too. I made the cinnamon rolls, quickly realised that I would not be eating any when I couldn’t even face my cup of tea so sat and felt sorry for myself on the sofa for an hour.
I’d just decided I could face food after all and made myself another cup of tea when Dad arrived so he joined me in a late breakfast and gave me a nice legitimate excuse to do nothing off my job list and sit chatting instead, which I’m sure aided my return to wellbeing all the quicker.
He’d come to put some trim around the bath and check what else needs doing in the house on Monday and Tuesday, but also I suspect just to see us. He’s seen me every day this week except yesterday and the kids every single day. We had a very companiable couple of hours chatting. He’s feeling his age at the moment I think and even made a couple of comments about deep, pondering things which Dad is very not prone to.
We all had lunch and Dad left about 3pm at which point I intended getting on with stuff and did sort out the landlord insurance for the house online then there was a knock at the door and it was Ady and Tom who had brought him home. This was very welcome, because it was great to see Tom, because Ady was home loads earlier than I’d expected and because I’d thought I’d need to go and collect him. He’d had a good last day too and been presented with £60 worth of Millets vouchers, an emergency car tool kit, a first aid kit, about six bottles of wine, a massive box of biscuits, a big container of screenwash and another of deicer 🙂 he had a card full of ‘will miss you loads’ comments too.
Tom stayed for a coffee and to laugh at me in my hungover state and then he left. Ady and I sort of looked at each other a bit dazed really, realising that neither of us have a job any more 😯 which galvanised us into action and we cleared the bookcase, put all the stuff that’s been collecting in a big heap to ‘go in the van’ into the van – not organised, just shoved in there for now, we’ll do a proper organising where everything goes on Monday in there, and cleared the playroom completely.
Ady and Davies went off to get some bits for dinner while I got the fire lit. The kids are having yet another sleepover so they were awake for ages. We had dinner and both kept looking at each other and laughing about how tired and dazed we both look.
On which note, given I don’t expect tomorrow will be an early-to-bed evening I am off for one of my last nights in my bed.