Work Is For Sinners

I'm dog-sitting again. Back at my favourite place. I was meant to be here for a couple of days next week but the dates of his work got changed so I ended up here today instead. Working on a Sunday? Isn't that a sin? Yes, I think it is, so, shh, don't tell God.

It meant I had to actually get out of bed this morning - a chore on most days but an especially bad one today considering I had my boy in there. Cos I share a room with my other half (my other half is my sister because she literally is the bad/whiney side of me that is never shown by, well, me) I can't invite Ray to stay over as much as I'd like. But when he does stay it's always fun cos we all wake up at the same time and I have to listen to them two bickering on like they're the siblings and I'm the guest. And I love it! I couldn't have dated anyone who didn't understand/put up with Jem. In fact, she once had a very brief fling with a guy a couple of years ago who completely did not get how close we are. And he ended up telling me to fuck of repeatedly. What a charmer. Incidently, he now has a new girlfriend and will no longer speak to either of us.

Friday night I did manage to keep Ray for most of the night - only then we were on the sofa. He had, foolishly, agreed to pick up Daddy after his end-of-work sprint around town and Daddy didn't end up calling until 1:30am. We then had to listen to him exclaiming how meeting an old friend had been like having an orgasm! Sometimes I love my father so much. He flatly refused to believe it was 2am when we got home. I sent him to bed and he apparently woke up Mammy and told her a story arse-backwards so that it sounded as if he'd been pairing up with another woman! Once he was gone, Ray and I fell asleep at about 3. But that damn sofa is uncomfortable so at 7 he drove home and I fell asleep in my bed for couple of hours before Jemma was shaking me awake saying I had to get ready for the rugby.

I'd completely forgotten about that!

And I wish I had stayed in the dark because it was beyond boring. I froze on the side of the pitch. I have thick ski socks this year and even they didn't protect my feet. I only got the feeling back in the tip of my left big toe two hours after the game had finished! Back at the pub was looking boring. Until the other team, all dressed up as film characters, came to sit with us. They were a great bunch of guys. I laughed so much. And when Ray arrived, they didn't get funny with me or him, as my boys do, but were actually really nice and included us in the conversations they were, mainly, having with Jem - being the desired blonde, single female that she is ;)

Once they left we ditched the rugby and headed out for food. While we were out my camera broke! I got quite panicked until Jem offered her camera for loan and Ray offered his when/if Jem's wasn't around for me. I was so touched by that. They both know how much I love my camera and just how many pointless photos I take in a week and were both offering up their own babies for me to borrow. When we got home, I went to package up the camera to send back to fuji - it is only seven months old so they really should fix it for free - and it fell straight through an envelope onto my bedroom floor. Ray asked if he could try the camera again, just in case the bump had fixed it. And would you believe it - it worked! The problem was a "focusing error" so whatever had been jamming the lens had been knocked free. Jem's old camera had the same problem and Fuji said they wanted over £100 to fix it so she said no and bought a new one. Now she's given me permission to drop the camera on the floor to see if it fixes it. Of course, I do not recommend you do this with your own faulty cameras. And if you do please bear in mind that my bedroom floor is carpeted.

I smoked a cigarette this weekend. The first one in about five years or so. I didn't take too much of the smoke down cos I wasn't sure how my lungs would take it. It was amazing, though. My lungs opened up and I could breathe in a way I used to breathe two months ago before I got this damn chest infection. I was so happy. Of course, when I woke up later in the night close to having an asthma attack I wasn't quite so happy... The original feeling was so good I was actually seriously considering taking up the habit. Plus, why is it guys look so good when they smoke? It's just not fair that something as skanky as smoking has to look so good. That sight will be saved for special times of the year I think...

Oh! And I've had my first Christmas present: a pair of Father Christmas slipper socks. To keep my feet warm. And we all exchanged Christmas cards last night as well. I think I may actually be feeling Chrismassy now... No, wait, that might have just been the chocolate doughnut I ate.

Labels: christmas, dog-sitting, family, illness, photos, rugby

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