After receiving these pictures via email from Carole last night, I thought long and hard as to whether to post them on the blog or not. Have I - or Carole - ever looked so foolish? Comments to the affirmative will be ignored.
As you'll have guessed (at least I sincerely hope so), Carole and I haven't been eating a Texan style diet these past few months, nor have we discovered a new fashion - although I wouldn't be too surprised to see something similar trot down a Paris catwalk shortly, considering the tosh these pretentious fashionista's try to flog as "high fashion" - these are merely photo's taken during our day out at Valentines. Carole's picture was taken during a fleetingly brief second where she wasn't killing herself laughing or on trapped on her back like the tortoise you used to roll onto its back as a kid for a laugh.
If we promise to never again mention these images, then I'll continue. A busy, albeit enjoyable, weekend for Carole and I has just passed. On Saturday morning we (Carole, Luca and I) took a walk into Inverurie town centre for shopping. This was an admittedly brief venture, as the quality and variety of shops isn't great. Luca enjoyed the trundle though, and of course the fresh air tires him out, which is always a bonus for his weary parents! The weather was surprisingly bright and warm too, and Carole and I spent our time looking up to the sky wondering what on earth that big round yellow thing was.
It's been a long winter up here.
In the afternoon I took a trip to the football while Carole shuttled Luca to Banchory, as his Granny was babysitting him overnight. Carole and I had a night out in Aberdeen with friends which was good fun - despite the trials of our journey home. We caught the last bus back to Inverurie, which leaves at 0245 in the morning, and have since vowed never to take it again! The bus was so busy it took us 20 minutes just to get on - despite our boarding at the bus station - and spent the journey squashed tight in this boiling hot tin can on wheels, with the added bonus of others (outwith my vision unfortunately) smoking throughout and leaving little air to breathe. Not the perfect experience when you've spent the evening drinking too many tequila's....
Speaking of smoking, it's now been about 6 months since my last one. As most of you know, it's particularly hard to resist when drink is involved, but the lack of a growling "harrrummpphh" from the bottom of your throat in the mornings is reason enough to stay off them.
After a long lie on Sunday (11am! Just doesn't happen when you've got kids!) we took a trip to "Pittodrie House Hotel" for our lunch. Pittodrie House is actually a country estate, and is quite beautiful, with the surrounding scenery reminding you why living in the North East of Scotland can be so rewarding. Our lunch was much anticipated, as our hungover stomachs would have accepted anything of substance by the time we ate! The food was of great quality, although predictably not quite up to the standards of the immense and recently visited "Meldrum House". However, it was good - perhaps I'm being a little churlish here. Carole was a little disappointed though, as after the meal we retreated to the drawing room for coffee, only to find the fire had just been extinguished. She was particularly looking forward to a roaring fire. Still, it was hugely comfortable, and we could have fallen asleep after snuggling in with the Sunday papers and fresh coffee. But that can't happen when you have a two year old to collect....
We hit the road and took the scenic route to Banchory. This was a misjudged move, as my stomach was starting to realise it still had too many varieties of spirits and beers sloshing around - and I'm not the greatest traveller at the best of times. On arrival (as Luca was sleeping) we settled down for a chat and chocolate orange with mum. Or I should say Carole chatted - I drifted off rather quickly in front of the Cup Final on TV.
We eventually had to wake Luca at tea time, and impressed he certainly was not. The small one is not a fan of being woken up, and he certainly let us know. Screaming, bawling and crying - and that was only our response to the tantrum he was having! Eventually, however, he calmed down. Chocolate always wins the battle...
After leaving Luca's exhausted Granny in peace - thanks Mum! - we set off for Aberdeen to collect my car, which we'd left parked up overnight. It was a fraught journey home though, as there is something wrong with my car - again. As such, I've now got it booked in for a check up by the mechanic tomorrow. Perhaps I should start a straw poll - is it time for me to get rid of the Frontera?
Positives:-
It's solid as a rock, and Luca is safe within
Plenty of space for the dogs
Negatives:-
High fuel costs
Breaks down - a lot
Let me know?
I came home from work last night to a cacophony of noise. Carole was giving Luca a bath, and for once he wasn't having fun. Indeed, he was in full "objectionable" mode, and was working his mum extremely hard. Still, he's as sweet as chocolate (or candy for our American readers) most of the time. And even when he's not we always know he'll eventually go to sleep anyway! And as a final note, I have to ensure I get hime to sleep on time tonight - there's a big game on live which I want to see, and it's been quite some time since I saw one from start to finish. Carole will likely join me on return from her fitness class - in particular since her "Old Trafford" experience she's become a bone fide football fan!
**Useless fact of the day - Recent statistics published by the Stolen Lives Project estimate that the number of cases in the United States relating to police brutality has reached the thousands, but these statistics come with a disclaimer - many, if not most, of these instances are never reported due to fear of reprisal**
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