Ahhh, a steaming hot shower on an afternoon using all the hot water in the tank - fucking great. Ahhh, I feel magic after after that, the weekday morning showers are always more functional than enjoyable so having a shower just for the sake of enjoying it is a treat. May even have a bath at the missuses place tonight. Been packing all my stuff for the holidays, I'm pretty much sorted. My stomach has just made a very odd sound that was like a high pitched frog, but it didnt sound like it came from inside me. very odd. I'm really looking forward to seeing the family and all that, it must be almost a year since I was last up home. Don't know why I still refer to it as 'home' when it isn't, but hey. My dad had been out for a pint down chester last night and popped in to Bridge End Kebabs to get a pizza to take home, the gadgey was asking him how I was. They are impressive like, I must get in there once or twice a year but they always know I want a hot and spicy. There isn't a pizza in the world to beat a Bridge end kebabs hot and spicy. I've tasted many, but none come close. So I'll be having one of those tomorrow night. Shame my old dog isn't still alive, tess, a black labrador who was very very greedy (she once ate half a buffet my mam had made once, we got home to find her quite literally twice her normal size, she could barely walk, the silly girl. She also ate a pair of my socks once, she puked them back up, still knotted at the top). I loved tess, she was 'my' dog, grew up with her since I was 11. I was very much a loner at school and tess, and later rodney, (a rescue dog that happened to be a balck labrador as well that my mam brought home from her vets after he had his leg shattered after being knocked over by a bus in shields. They tried to get him a home but eventually we took him in. The softest, loveliest dog he was, daft as a brush to boot) meant a lot to me. Especially so when I went through a whole host of horrible hospital tests and uncertain health. I always remember getting home from hospital once and laid out on the settee with the quilt over me with tess lying next to me and rodney round my feet. And rick the cat on my chest. I really miss my dogs a lot, I don't care what any animal sceptic might say, they do care and do understand when you are ill or down. Tess used to thunder down the stairs when I came in with a pizza after a night on the beer down chester. I used to give her a slice or two. It'll be nice spending time with the latest black labby of my mams, Wally. Saw a lovely dog in town today, a very old retriever. His owner was using the cash machine so I gave him a nice bit fuss, he had a lovely face.
I doubt I'll be blogging while I'm away but then I've said that before and not followed it up. |
