Tuesday, September 25, 2007
I hate Tuesday nights . . no I really do. To the point that I'm looking for a course, a hobby, a pastime to occupy the hours between 7 and 10. DrummerBoy goes to band but before he does, he manages to decimate every room in the house with stray shoes, dirty washing, wet towels and infuse the entire house with garlic thanks to the 4:30pm pizza (he's landscaping again so comes home like a ravenous beast and devours whatever is available). ClareBear goes to the gym and invariably ends up at someone else's house for natter night, catching up on post weekend goss.
I still haven't learned. I drop into the shops on the way home, buy something nice for tea. Tonight Chicken Kiev and end up cooking for myself ThePrincess and two microwavable lunch boxes. Television is terrorist Tuesday with programs on Palestinians trying to cross the border, much in the same way as Mexicans run the gauntlet to get into the USA or a plethora and I mean plethora, on three channels of American crap such as CSI, SVU and NCIS . . .then the last station has the best offering . . Dancing with 'some celebrity you've seen on a magazine in the Dentist's surgery'. Gawd, it's so depressing. So I went back to the Bronze Horseman then realised that my glasses need upgrading and I can't read more than a chapter without my eyes watering. So, I see who's on Skype . . nobody . . check the blog . . . everyone's at Uni, work, tennis, watching CSI, SVU or NCIS or lying-in cos they're retired. So here I am at 9:14pm thinking I might as well go to bed. And the world thinks that Wednesday is hump day!