Sick bed

It's Friday night and just for a change, I'm on my own.

BUT, the flipside of that is that I've had two glasses of white wine in my posh crystal wine glass (wedding present, last surviving one), a huge bowl of Pad Thai (of course I didn't make it for god's sake, lovely Mr Waitrose did) and an entire bar of Green & Black's Butterscotch chocolate.

Yes I feel slightly tipsy and everso vaguely vommity, but it was worth it. All enjoyed in front of the last episode of Miranda. And I felt quite emotional at the end, although that could have been the wine.

Today has been manic and fraught but also really good fun. My friend came over for the day. I've been friends with her husband since we were 8 but now she and I am firm friends since they got together. She brought her two kids (boy and girl) over for the day.

The house got trashed with four kids enjoying themselves (including a broken jug, given as a wedding present, but hopefully glue-able) and we had a great time. Yes there was a leaky pooey nappy, a little bit of posset on my sofa bed, mashed up muffins all over the sofa, floor, and rug, tinned spaghetti all over the floor, mashed broccoli all over the floor and mud. But that's motherhood right?

This mum and I laughed about how life has changed. There was a time when she and I once ended up in bed with her husband (just to sleep after a late night fancy dress party, nothing sexual) but he suddenly vomited all the bed and bedding and passed out.

So she and I had to sit in a warm bath together to keep warm as all the other beds in the house were full of drunken people. We'd all dressed as something beginning with "M". I was Minnie the Minx, she was a Mouse, her drunken puking hubby was a Magician. Anyway we were shivering after a while so I wrapped tea towels around myself and fell asleep next to John Malkovich and a Mangle (the latter was an impressive fancy dress outfit, let me tell you).

Anyway, I digress. When I woke up, on the lounge floor - with five tea towels pretending to be a duvet over me - I found myself lying next to a Martian in very tight spandex. Oooh it was a sight to behold. He was rather handsome from what I recall and the spandex was very revealing. "Such fun" as Miranda's mother would say.

Fast forward more than ten years and here we are. No alcohol-induced vomit, no tea towels draped over us to provide warmth, no sharing baths, just a mental mayhem of whirling, swirling kids yelling orders at us.

Talking of tea towels (never thought I would...how dull I've become), I am loving this one from Primark. Very apt.

Cherry tree purchase of the day is this top, £4 (bit pricey but I loved it) from Barnardo's. Cheap label...think it is only from Matalan or something. But it's just what I've been looking for. Yes it's rather unflattering and yes I look pregnant,  but I don't care. It's white and floaty.

Oh and I need to pass the following award on to the following three blogs, the reasons being I totally LOVE them, they are entertaining and they are a little bit different.

http://www.footballersknees.blogspot.com/

http://shabbilyeverafter.blogspot.com

http://wwwcastlescrownscottages.blogspot.com/

Happy weekend one and all. It's nearly midnight. I was meant to be in bed by 10pm after a late night out with friends last night. Yikes...

Like Miranda, I love to Converse

It is a gloomy day but I'm rather enjoying it. The Princess is away for the weekend staying with my parents and the house is so quiet without her (I am missing her desperately but peace is good!)

You can hear a pin drop round at my gaff today.

My parents arrived yesterday in time to collect the Princess from the school run. She bounced out of school so happily, she loves my parents deeply and they have a strong bond from when I used to work three days a week and my mum looked after her.

They stayed for dinner and we had roast chicken with salad and new spuds. Followed by Trifle Crawford in the new cherry tree dishes I bought. My mum loved them and has some similar Laura Ashley ones in the same colour but they are taller.

So my parents stayed for a few hours before driving the Princess back home to theirs. We had such a lovely time with plenty of silliness which is standard in our family. I always spend a good half hour showing my mum all my recent cherry tree purchases and as always, we agree we must get together and go in search of more treasures together.

My lovely mum

My lovely dad

 My dad brought a folder containing all my school reports so am hoping to have a look through all that tonight while the husband is at work. Should raise a few laughs.

After my parents went, the husband and I put the Prince to bed and cuddled up on the sofa with wine, peanut M&Ms and watched The King's Speech. Really good film, we usually wait til the films are out on DVD as can rarely get out to the cinema, what with the husband's mad working hours and no babysitters.

After the film, we watched Miranda which I'd recorded. She makes us laugh out loud every time. The husband said Miranda reminds him of a combination of me, Davina McCall and a friend of ours. I kind of know what he means. I can see parts of myself in Miranda too and I think we would have a laugh if we ever met. I love all her camera "asides". Very funny.

Then we went to bed far too late after possibly a leetle bit too much wine.

My love has gone to work today. The Prince trashed the Princess's room which I am still trying to rectify before she returns tomorrow.

He always climbs in her toy box when she is away
 but knew he was being cheeky so refused to look  at the camera

 Then I gave him a lolly and asked him to eat it in the garden (it wasn't raining at this point, I'm not that cruel!) but then lost him. All the gates were shut and locked but I couldn't find him anywhere. I came into the study to find this...

T-shirt courtesy of Uncle Rob and Auntie Shelley who live in Chicago

He knows he is not allowed to eat in there. Worst still, he is not allowed to lie on the fairly new sofa bed (I won it in a competition last year) licking a Fab lolly.  And his face says it all. I did my "What are you dooooing?" high pitched voice and he just laughed and told me to "shush"....literally. Shush. How very dare he?!

He is in bed now and I am blogging, making chicken soup, tidying up, trying to perfect my crochet (not happening) and then need to do some writing work.

I bought a gorgeous cherry tree skirt yesterday but will show it tomorrow as camera is full at the mo.  Therefore I will leave you with a treasure from the cherry tree bought by one of my best friends.

She knows the husband and I have always worn Converse (I have since I was 13) and she found a pink pair to match mine for the Princess. DELIGHTED was not the word when she gave me them. So now the Princess and I wear pink and the husband and Prince wear red.

I believe she found them in Oxfam for under a fiver...she may have to correct me if I am wrong.