sunday blogger yeah

Almost forgot about this lark. too busy doing not much.

I took a long weekend off work last friday and monday to use up holidays and spend a bit of time with the kids. its february half term this week.
Friday, i was going to decorate but Frank was ill so looked after him. then we had a good old sing roudn the guitar in the evening. singing some Guillemots tuens with Frank and Patrick on percussion / guitar / harmonica / vocals. good times.

Went to see the folks on Saturday / Sunday and ended up in an impromptu family gathering. all good fun, had a delicious chinese on saturday eve to celebrate the new year. a day early but i'm not a practicing chinaslamic so dont get all traditional on my ax. Was thinking of you, briefly, mister james as i tucked into some spare ribs and seaweed. of course, over here its not really seaweed. I know because i made some myself tother week and its toasted pak-choi tossed about with sugar and salt. it was lovely.
The boys stayed up late and we enjoyed ourselves until they refused to go to bed. kids, tsk.

Sunday, relaxed as my family entertained the brothers slim. Patrick had a push up and down on me dads old motorbike whilst frank did soem birdwatching with some 'noculars and seranaded us with one of his little ditties on a mandolin.

Monday spent in a secret interview with a company in Liverpool.

Tuesday spent catching up on 2 days missed at work.

Wednesday had a thai curry at dinner time for a lady at works leaving do in the Sawasdee just roudn the corner. lovely place - all orchids and lanterns. very tasty too.

then found out that we had no food at all in the house except a quiche and quarter of a smoked sausage. played right into my hands and so finished off with a curry and wine. We tried a new one out, Chicken Acharia or summat, really tastey with dahl, bindi and chana palak. We havent had a curry for a while and it tastes better and better for the abstinance.

it doesnt get much better. hang on, buzzcocks. perfect. Much more taking the monkeywizz out of silly old preston and lots of laughs.

So that pretty much brings us bang up to date. Franks learnt to get dressed / undressed all by himself so that takes a little bit of stress out of mornings and nights. He's also learning to play guitar and often is to be founs in the front room twanging away and crooning some tune he's just written. brilliant my son. keep it up.