hello.
My holiday was canny. My sisters kid though, bloody hell, what a mare. I could not cope with having kids like, having to be watching every minute of every day. Tantrums, waking up at the crack of dawn, shitty nappies. Urrrgh. Not for me like. She has another on the way soon an arl. Must be terribly stressful. Played five a side one day, was meant to be a tournament but 14 people were there so instructor fella just said 'ok, how about 7 a side for 2 hours'. Two fucking hours. Sweet jesus. Come an hour and a half and I was reduced to walking around the pitch. I was fucking knackered when it was all over. Went to the spa afterwards and that was fucking lovely, really really nice. Most of friday and the weekend was spent walking around like a pensioner with severe arthritis. Not very easy, especially when I had to do a seven hour journey on Friday. Hitting London during rush hour with two massive cases was shit.
Anyway, I'm bored now, I'm suffering with blogging apathy at the minute. Maybe because my life isn't very interesting so writing it down is even less interesting. |
