3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.
I love a Sunday. I think that it and Monday are my two favourite days at the moment. I love the time I spend with Alison on our travels across the city and back, for her drama, I love the sitting around in tim hortons, usually chatting with Bill and writing my blog. I love the shopping trips with the girls in the afternoons-including the grocery shop and I love that Andrew often joins us for dinner.
Last night, he was due over, with Liam and Jess, to watch Saturdays rugby. I had managed to avoid seeing the score so was looking forward to the game, only to discover that it was nowhere to be found on the planner. Now I have no clue whether I set it to tape or not but I could have sworn that I did. Andrew had sent a text asking me to tape the Spanish football game that was on and double checking that I had done so correctly was when I discovered that there was no rugby. The kids decided to come over anyway and it was a football, rather than a rugby game that was enjoyed. The commentator was a Geordie and hilarious with it. His turns of phrase included 'Like a fish up a tree' (hopeless) Slalom through the gate (good dribbling with ball) and 'a totally different kettle of sharks' (big difference) and we had a great laugh with many others. He was so animated and excited and got hoarser as the second half neared it's close.
The Mac cheese and Lasagne went down well-only a teensy bit of the mac leftover.
They headed home early as Jess had been on a nightshift and was falling asleep. Andrew is returning to watch the rugby on Thursday, when it is repeated.
I didn't go to see any Open houses. A quick visit to the Grocery store after Alisons drama and then dinner prep kept me busy.
The girls and I watched some Charmed and Greys and I remembered, when it was time for bed, that I hadn't done my doodle or posted ny blog.
Managed to squeeze them in before the day was over and without seeing any rugby score. Perhaps I will still be oblivious to the score when Thursday arrives?
And that was my Sunday, Folks.
Oh, these are my new Tulips which I treated myself to and I gave a wee bunch to Jess to take home with her. Poor wee soul was tired.
Much love,
Lxx
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