Saturday 21 December 2024 - Wythenshawe parkrun #599
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Don't ask.
I don't want to talk about it.
A grumpy end to lovely evening spent 'with' my friends.
I'm sure I'll laugh about it Monday.
Have a hug anyway (((())))
Much needed and appreciated, thank you x
It was nothing major, just an irritant really, but an unnecessary one, sorted by a good night sleep, (well for some of us...) and I'd been having such fun and a good giggle.
Ah well.
Message from Ruth: big hugs from me too. I hope it's all settled now.
I hate it when 'that' happens. Of course, I've no idea what 'it' was, but I know 'the sort of thing'!
(Ruth again).... and gooo on, spill the beans!!
:-)
Bless him, he's a lovely bloke and he doesn't go out much. Hardly at all. Trouble is, he's so popular, everyone likes 'Dave', (pass the bucket) so when he does go out, every man and his dog wants to chat and buy him a drink.
He'd been out twice in one week last week, which is unheard of.
And he forgets he's not a young man anymore.
So Tuesday night was a right off, (I went to bed before he got in, then he fell asleep downstairs and got up in time to go to work!) but he redeemed himself with our fab meal Wednesday.
Friday, well. He went out about 12.45pm to the Mess for lunch. He wasn't too late back, about 9.15pm, but he has no recollection of that. Doesn't know how he got back, but kept complaining of sore feet and he gets terribly stroppy which is completely out of character. It's that bit that upsets me, not him seeing his friends and having a drink, the stroppiness. He assumes I'm grumpy when I'm not (always...) and is on the defensive. Wouldn't even let me get him a glass of water! Mind you, within ten minutes, he was asleep on the settee. Again. And I left him there!
He came up to bed around 3.30am. When he got cold.
So that's why I was Grrrr! on Friday night.
Nothing major. Just a bit grumpy.
Bless him, I do forgive him because it's such a rarity and it could be far worse. Maybe it's lucky I'm a happy drunk! Well, a chatty drunk anyway. And I always make it to bed before I fall unconscious.
I think that alcohol is like garlic: you either BOTH have it or no-one has it! There are rare occasions when Mario comes to bed smelling of alcohol after an evening out, and I find myself huffing with disapproval!
Yep. Wednesday morning, I was upstairs in bed with the door shut. David was downstairs in the lounge with the door shut.
I could still smell the garlic, but at least it masked the smell of beer...
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