Afternoon everyone,
Well, what a weekend - lovely snow, shame it was all gone by teatime. I would have really liked a walk in the park - instead of a trip to Wembley (ungrateful sportophobe that I am!)
Baffy, how romantic - hope you track him down - if she's got a new man, she probably won't care or mind you asking after him - so put your courage to the sticking place and go see her .
TFM - really glad he's turning a new leaf - is he still doing the washing up? Bringing you tea? Have you asked him about putting the house in joint names? I tend to agree with Baffy - be very, very careful. It does sound like you have thought this through and have your plans - do keep to them, don't let him backslide. And keep that 'running away fund' growing - just in case!
PC did you REALLY have a picnic? Hope you wrapped up warm. I couldn't believe that I was in a tshirt on Friday and back in as many layers as I could squeeze into, yesterday!
HW - glad you had a great holiday.
Dior, my special Dior, how are you? I'm worried for you. Please come back to the thread and let us know - if only so we can try to keep your spirits up.
As for my weekend - well - it was interesting. I'm no fan of football, I'm afraid, but it certainly was an experience at Wembley - a sea of red and blue swarming down Olympic Way, all very good natured, in the afternoon sunlight. Cardiff City fans have a bad reputation, I'm told, so it's as well they won - but the match - apart from the one goal - seemed a bit lacklustre even to me. And I got SOO cold, even with the bit of warmth from cuddling up to DP. And I had to cope with his BIL screaming abuse at the Barnsley crowd - I really don't like the tribal hatred that football crowds emanate. All right, we were surrounded by Welshies, but to have a man shouting 'Cheating English bds in my ear, in an English Ground in England, wasn't pleasant.
I now see why most of DP's family dislike the man so much. He really is the most annoying, self-opiniated man I have EVER met! He knows everything about everything and is not afraid to say so - we even argued about how long I'd known DP and whether a particular ex-GF of his came before or after me. He insisted she & DP had dated in the early 80s - and I said no, actually, I was there the night they met, in 1989. And he STILL acted like I didn't know my own life history.
And can he drink!!!! I take it all back about DP's drinking. They went into town on Saturday and came back drunk, then finished off a magnum of wine and three bottles of our own stock. Yesterday was one long odyssey of alcohol - a bottle with lunch, a chaser straight before heading for Wembley, some cans from Lidl before going in, then straight to the bar, then another pint after the match, then into town to celebrate, then came back to ours to drink two more bottles and a couple of cans.
And DP, I'm proud to say, only had a glass of wine with lunch and some wine in the evening - the rest of the drinking was between his sister and BIL.
He even insulted one of my cats! Said he was ugly. Poor little Jess, who looks like Postman Pat's cat, and is so sweet and gentle. He flicked his coat at Jess and hit him in the eye!
So - as you see - I really don't like him. He may be kind at heart, very generous, wanted to pay for everything, but oh, how glad I was when I heard the front door crash shut behing them this morning!!!!
(Yes, they couldn't even shut our door without shaking the house)
I could go on - but my rant will bore you .
Luckily DP will be working away by the time of the Cup Final, so they won't be staying with us again .
Phew!!