PW had his mid-life crisis party on Saturday, and it all seemed to go very very well. We had a really nice turn out - around 25-30 for the football match in the afternoon (Histon FC vs Salisbury) - where we saw a rather nice 2-0 win for Histon. In the evening, around 80 people or so turned out for a disco and some food. Very nice! My Mum and Sister came over with the boys - Henry, although bored at first, got into the swing of the football match when he realised that you were allowed to shout as loudly as possible, provided you said the right thing. Really so sweet... as anytime anyone else in the crowd shouted something, he shouted it twice as loud afterwards. I sensed that some of the crowd started to censor their language a little when they realised this... although when he shouted "C'mon you red and black buggers" purely off his own back, I had to smile.
The evening bash went with a real swing. Despite the fact I was on coca cola for the night, *even* I managed a bit of a boogie, along with Lynn, Nikki and Carlos and my cousin Mark. The kids really made the first half of the evening though. Henry and Oscar laid on the floor for what seemed like ages, transfixed by the disco lights shining on the ceiling (ahhh... can anyone remember doing the same? I do... except that I was 17, and had drunk too many Malibu and pineapples.... heh), and Katie was dancing her little legs off. Several other children were also caught up in the mood of it - and Mark's previous insistence on 'cool' music at his party went right out of the window, as he was too drunk to resist the children requesting music from Mama Mia, and Bob The Builder tracks (I actually think he was rather enjoying them himself)... The highlight of the evening though has to be Mark's Dad being literally wrestled to the dance floor by one of Mark's more "enthusiastic" female friends from school - and then promptly thrown up in the air by her in time with the music, in manner of a Turkish Shot Putter doing the jive (at one point I turned to see her actually giving him a piggy back). Cue uncomfortable stares from the family, much snorty laughter from me ( had had WAAAAY too much coke), and Mark's Dad becoming a little, shall we say, "overexcited"... heh. Dear me... unfortunately, my Mum and Sister missed this spectacle, as they had to go back to mine early with the boys. Anyway... a great night. Poor old Nikki and Carlos and Mark had to stay in the garage on inflatable beds, as there was no room chez Moi (my family had first dibs on the bedroom). They said it was quite warm though... so perhaps I might have to start renting it out ;-)
Sunday was a quiet day - particularly for Mark, who had started drinking at about 1:30pm on Saturday. We popped over to Sophie's to help Toby do some bits and bobs on the house that needed doing, and in the afternoon I cooked a roast and we actually sat in front of the TV for once. I had a great time... I managed to watch "Invasion of The Body Snatchers", "Girls Girls Girls" (and Elvis Presley fave of mine), and the most recent Harry Potter movie. I even did some more knitting (a scarf which I have been knitting for the last three winters!), and we had a lovely open fire. Very toasty!
The last couple of days have been quite busy (in fact, I cant believe it's Wednesday already!). Monday night we went to watch a Histon FC match on the TV at the local pub - we won (and I had my first glass of wine for three weeks! yay!). Last night I went to the gym, and tried out the new spinning bikes - which no longer allow me to fake high resistance on my bike... darn! Tonight I have pottery to look forward to... I am making a 'utensil pot' for the kitchen, which may indeed need a JCB to lift into the house. It's awful, but I am hoping I can salvage it tonight... I had a bit of a major disappointment at the weekend - but as is the nature of a blog, I wont go into it (despite the fact it is probably on my mind most of all). Ach well... onwards and upwards.
Anyway.... am getting very excited about our pending trip to all the Vegases next month. Speak soon...
Love, Peace and 'mid life crises'... as they say in certain parts of Histon
Hayls
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