Im heading into the Weekend feeling oddly refreshed. Most of the week Ive been half dead, struggling to stay awake but somehow when I went to the Fair the other nite (Thame Show is in Town) -I went on this awesome ride that took you up so high you could see the whole town and then spun you upside down and it felt like you were falling away from the earth and then you swing all the way back down to the ground before heading back up to the top of the world again!!- and mucked about with some friends before heading down to the Six Bells for a drink and a chat, stayed up far too late and yet Friday saw me refreshed (granted I didn't exactly get up early but I was refreshed when I awoke).
Friday I took on the mammoth task of tidying the office. The whole place looks pretty tidy now, my only concern being that I know the ordred pile of paper and envelopes that I arranged on the corner of Dans desk will be spread around the office once more once the rest of the team return from Oz. Til then it should remain impressively clean.
Friday nite saw a bunch of us at Truemans place for a sit down meal and some fun, it also saw Trueman whip my butt in a wrestling match. I wasn't really expecting to win as he had thrashed the rest of the lads a couple of weeks back but I had been unable to compete because of my knee. That all fixed up it was good to get back into a bit of manly contestation after my injury plauged summer. After some Indian and a good chat I drove a friend out to Long Wick before trekking it back to Wheatley.
I'm in two minds about the house in Wheatley. One is loving the space and freedom and the chance to look after myself for a bit, the other is sick of trekking between friends and home and work. Im sleeping in the office again 2nite (this time I brought a sleeping bag with me!!) because I was out 2nite and didnt want to drive all the way back to Wheatley and then get up early to drive to church 2moro morning.
I guess you just gotta take the bad with the good. I am missing being cooked for tho, my meals have been erratic at best, I set a new record this morning with breakfast at 4pm and that looks like my only meal for today except for the peanuts and a brownie at Bingo 2nite. Mite explain part of my tiredness...
Anyway, so went to Bingo 2nite (yay... hmmm) It was a fund raiser for a friends trip to China with World Challenge and some other friends went so it was a bit of fun. Our table managed to not get a single Bingo despite thrice having three of us with one number to go, incredibly frustrating for two reasons. a) two 8 year old girls somehow managed to total up 6 of the 16 Bingo opportunities between them. and b) nobody called Bingo!!! I couldn't believe it, our whole table was gearing up for a big BINGO cheer from the time one of us got three numbers in the same square but not a single Bingo was to be heard from the rest of the room and as mentioned afore: we didn't manage to win a single round between us.
We did slightly better when it came to the raffle however, although it didn't start well. The first (and best) prizes all seemed to go to the two girls who had already racked up 6 wins in the Bingo including a mammoth box of chocolates we had been eyeing off and had to watch go to the girls who were fast becoming the banes of our nite with great irritation. Megs was desperate to win something after our abismal run and it seemed our luck was in order for a turn around.
It started with Paul winning a Teddy bear, then Megs got a freezer bag for packed lunches (o the excitement) and the grand finale... my ticket won the booby prize... which as Liz so delicately put it in a fog-horn like voice that the entire room heard easily; was a Tit Pillow.
It was a pair of inflatable breasts with suction pads on the back to be used as a bath pillow. I swapped a disturbingly eager Paul for the Teddy bear but then had to dissaude him from blowing them up in the room to spare Megans embarrasment. He later inflated them and tucked them under his shirt (which was partially see through in the first place) and they ended up on the rear windscreen of his car. He's threatened to drive down to church 2moro morning and leave them stuck to the door with a note that they're for me. I'm counting on him not being bothered to get up that early and if that fails for Megs to back me up that they don't actually belong to me.
That'll do me for 2nite. See you on the dark side.