Another manic weekend................... I'll start with the Awards Friday night........... Having had a fab new haircut at lunchtime, all I had to do was stick my body under the shower to freshen up and get the slap on. Plain black dress looked fab with some bling bling jewellery and I felt ready to face my fate........... Hotel was um ok, food was perfectly adequate. Compare was Karl Minns (part of the Nimmo Twins) and he was just side-splittingly funny - I cried with laughter and blessed whoever invented waterproof mascara. Then the award ceremony...............We entered for six awards, won two and came second in two. I didn't win the award I was nominated for and I AM GUTTED! We (me and my MD) spent hours putting them together so am chuffed to bits that we were the most successful company there but couldn't help wondering WHY I personally hadn't been successful. In the grand scheme of life its only a small, insignificant thing I know. The sun still came up Saturday morning - yes despite feeling distinctly groggy I was out of the house by 9 walking number 4 son to football. I walked because I didn't dare drive!
Number 4 son was his manager's man of the match(es) so he had a better start to the weekend than his mum!
Had a nap with the fair Miss Evie D in the afternoon and watched Strictly Come Dancing and Robin Hood with the tribe,then husband and I ventured up to the City for another night out - almost unheard of these days!
Helped the lovely Nikki celebrate her 40th birthday. She looked amazing - had shoes on that defied gravity and a silver dress that just looked knock out. I decided to drive to give my poor liver a rest after the previous nights battering. (Me drown my sorrows, NEVER!) It was a really lovely night with some great company, lively conversation and a good deal of people watching. We ended up in Chicago's and it was DIRE. Full of desperate people looking to pull. It did have one unexpected plus point in that I know have something suitably terrible to threaten husband with should he step out of line. I opined that he would have to come to places like that if we weren't together and the look of shear dread and terror was very telling!
Sunday was number 4's 9th birthday so was spent receiving visitors, cooking and generally enjoying being with my fab children. For part of his birthday present his dad took him to his first local derby - NCFC -v- Ipswich (the scum) - a gripping 2-2 draw, which apparently he LOVED.
So back to work on Monday and the publication of my second article in the local paper - will have another attempt to load it here.
Today we buried husband's maternal grandad. He died peacefully 11 days before his 85 birthday some 18 months after his wife of almost 60 years. I am not a religious person and have no strong beliefs but I like to think they are together again, content in each other's company once more. And so to tomorrow ......................................