One word? When seven would do…

Got home expecting most of you to be bold in sage and there were only 3 new ones to read – I’m almost reduced to reading the long and protracted conversations on email on the list I always forget the name of where everyone argues about EO! And then I spent ages downloading all sorts of rubbish to try and watch The Apprentice online only to not manage to get it to work and then spot Syed’s face all blocked out with FIRED written across it on the little pictures on the BBC site – so I guess I don’t need to bother watching it after all eh?

So I imagine you are all desperate to hear about my day, given the despicable lack of blogging from most of the rest of you then? 😀

It’s been lovely actually. First thing I did stuff like put washing away and get clean loads out swinging on the line, the children watched some Cbeebies and then some Nick jr and then got bored and wandered off to play in the bedrooms and the playroom – leaving a trail as they went :roll:. I did another CV (which was just as well as another one arrived in the post and I got given two more tonight 🙂 ) and then made some flapjacks and chocolate chip rock cakes by way of compensation for having people round for lunch and not even having any bread to offer them 😳 Luckily they were not expecting lunch anyway (and it occured to me that last time you came for lunch Ros I don’t think I actually did feed any of you other than your own chocolate cake – is that why you ate before you came? :oops:). I’d just about finished that when Ros and crew arrived.

This afternoon has already been mentioned – it was lovely, thanks for coming and thanks for the invite to Adam’s party, already causing excitement and much planning here 🙂

Ady, bless him arrived home extra early and totally took over all of bathtime and bedtime very firmly telling me to go off and get myself ready, so in my Ros -approved outfit, pronounced ‘beautiful’ by both children – although D slightly ruined it by saying ‘you look beautiful Mummy.’ and when I said thank you asked ‘Mummy, why do you need to look beautiful?’.

I was not totally sure of the location of the resturant and whether parking would be a problem or not so I gave myself a good 15 minutes grace for finding a parking spot and wobbling in my high heels to the resturarant. Luckily I didn’t need it, I found it straight away and after going round the block twice a parking space came free right outside, so that was handy 🙂 I then realised that I was still 15 minutes early, had no idea what name the table was booked under and had only ever met one of the people coming before so couldn’t even go in and find the others. So I settled down in the car to carry on reading the book I’d thoughtfully brought with me for just such an eventuality (Garp – really enjoying it Alison 🙂 Far better than Holden 🙂 ) which was lovely.

Dead on 8pm the woman I do know already – Kay – appeared walking up the road (she is the one who posts me the CVs and who’s house I went to for training a few weeks back), so I dashed in a few paces behind her and just said ‘I’m with her’ to the waiter who rushed to greet me and followed her quick to the table. There were six of us for the meal and another lady joined us later and I made the mistake of sitting next to Kay on the end of the table which meant I didn’t get to sit next to anyone else at first. Sitting opposite me was Charlotte – who owns the company so is my actual ‘boss’, sat next to her was her brother who is staying with her visiting this week so she brought him along and sat next to him on one side of the table and next to Kay on the other were two other CV writing women.

Food was lovely – I had deep fried mozarella in spicy tomato and pesto sauce followed by penne alla carbonara which is my traditional Italian resturant choice. I prefer spaghetti but it is too tricky to eat without looking very undignified with pasta strings falling down your cleavage so I went for the easier to spear on a fork penne quills.

I talked to Charlotte lots, she’s very nice. Northern, from near Blackpool and has a 4yo boy and a nearly 1yo girl but thinks I am ‘very brave’ and ‘a bit mad’ to do the whole HE thing as she ‘can’t wait for them to start school’. Liked her a lot though and she has a good sense of humour with a very northern manner – a bit Victoria Wood, but with more F words. Her brother was lovely and I ended up chatting to him across the others in the end as he joined in a conversation about camping in tents and Home Ed in general and then carried on asking me stuff after the others had started a new conversation. We all moved seats after the starter so we could talk to other people but I actually ended up next to Kay and Matt and opposite Charlotte although with different people either side of Charlotte. I carried on talking to Matt in the end though, about New York, Las Vegas, weddings and settling down young (he got married last year and he is 29 and his wife is 23 so he was curious to find out what happens when you’ve been together a long time from a young age, and where good places to go in NY are as he is going later this year. So I shared with him my recommendations of must see places and gave him some good tips for finding the best public toilets the city has to offer – we went there when I was 6 months pregnant with Davies so there is not a public loo seat in the city I have not perched over and rated out of 10 in a complicated and detailed points system I devised while out there. 🙂 So possibly not a great success in terms of bonding with fellow CV writers (what were their names again? :oops:) but I did get on really well with Charlotte – who does after all pay me each month, and I had great fun chatting to her brother :-). Ali – I think I did Stand Up Nic tonight over and above any other Nic 🙂

Tomorrow we’re doing Fun Junction soft play and meeting Julie and Lucy there and I have two CVs to get finished. I also have some Lazy Buggers Autonomy cyclic guilt to work through but I think I’ll save blogging that for when I’ve come out the other side 😉