Friday

I’m a touch hung-over, following last nights bottle & a half of wine, but it was a price worth paying for, to stop my wife from working in her sleep, dammit! C goes into this trance when she starts working & it takes significant amounts of effort on my part to force her to stop, relax & socialise with her husband. (ie me). Its also an excuse to use the kirkentrekker wine-bottle-opener, which is an engineering miracle & a thing of beauty.

 

As such, I plied her with wine (as she was working), cooked a meal for her (which she ate, whilst working & talking to people on the phone) and she finally picked up on my subtle hints (including one hand-written sign that said “STOP BLOODY WORKING”) about 9pm last night & turned everything off.

 

After that, we played a game of Tara, in its first outing since Spiel. As I’d never played before (C saw it, enjoyed it & bought it – I had no input in its purchase), I had my arse handed to me about 5 consecutive times, but I can now see how the game works & I’m sufficiently inspired to have another go at it. There were some problems with ‘and now these rules come into effect’, but even so, it was still enjoyable.

 

And then to bed.

 

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This morning, the radio came on with Queen playing “Find Me Somebody to Love”; as C was asleep at the time, I did the only obvious & logical thing to allow her to relax. Yes, that’s correct, I made 2 sock-puppets & had them serenade her until she awoke (with me providing additional backing vocals). It would have gone on for longer, but I got cold feet – my socks being on my hands, y’see.

Er. That’s the story so far. Can I go now?

 

S