So – I had a bad meal tonight. I was out with my husband, my parents, my sister and her husband at our local golf club where my Dad is a member. Now, normally the food is delicious. But tonight they were busy (they’d had a Winter League Dinner for all the golf club members) and so when we got there the food was a bit like it was thrown together. My fish and chips and mushy peas had under-fried chips and mushy fish with dry peas which is surely the wrong way round. However, the whole meal was bad because:
- We walked in late to a party that was already in place with loud music and drunken people and it felt like we were gatecrashing (especially as we couldn’t even get in because no-one was answering the intercom)
- My Dad had been there all day and was so drunk he could no longer speak correctly which really annoys me
- My Mum had been there long enough to forget that she “doesn’t smoke” (read: drunk as well) and was outside smoking which always pisses me off
- My Sister and her husband were being their usual flirtatious selves and charming the pants off all of Dad’s friends which makes me feel so unattractive
- Everyone in the golf club calls me “Vicki” which REALLY irritates the hell out of me as I haven’t been called that in over 12 years now so it always makes me feel like a child again
Yep – the whole night was like a throwback to 1989 when my natural seriousness and vegetarianism (it was a big thing in those days!) meant I had to sit at home while Mum and my Sis met my Dad after golf. But now that I’m older it seems I haven’t gotten any wiser because I still went tonight. However, I left early because my Sister tried to walk out as I was apparently upsetting her so I left first to give her nothing to upset her anymore. And, of course, my husband came with me. And, of course, when we get in the car he tells me that his dinner was bad as well…
I think I’ll eat in for a while. At least until I can feel like the mature and sensible adult I am rather than a pre-teen with issues!
Today has been pretty momentous! I got the keys to the NEW Stretch NI Studio today! After months of planning (and years of dreaming) I am finally opening a yoga and Pilates studio in my home town…Mum came up with me and, in spite of the dust and dirt, she still feels positive about the place. Then Dad and Chris came up for a nosy and both were impressed with the size and the natural light in the place. They were also full of plans for how to improve the place so I have a feeling that this is going to be a real family affair!
I am doing a big clean-up tomorrow with help from some volunteers at St Vincent de Paul and Chris will be painting up a storm so that the place will be presentable for our 12th September start. Yes, that soon! THIS Monday! The new website (which Chris and I were also working on all through our hols) will be launched on Friday so have a look at www.stretchni.co.uk to see more details about the studio including class times and teachers.
Gwen and Andy (the olds) were back from a week’s hols in Spain today and I was excited to see my wee Mummy cos everyone who knows me knows she’s my bessie pal. So, I’m sitting in the house and the phone rings. I know it must be them so I answer with my cheeriest “hello!” to which Gwen responds with a stressful voice ” Can you make me a cup of tea?” I don’t even get to say yes when she starts crying! Then, through her tears, she manages to tell me that she tripped over a flagstone as they were leaving the International Airport and she thought she might have broken her arm!!!
I rushed into the car and whizzed round there and, sure enough, her forearm was all swollen and strangely shaped (pictures to follow for the non-squeamish). So, I bundled her into the car and off we went to Casualty. As soon as the admissions girl saw her a nurse practitioner came around and got her into a bed and then they brought her for an x-ray. Well, believe it or not, in spite of the pain and terrible shape, the bones in her forearm are NOT broken and instead they think she may have nicked a blood vessel when she fell which has caused terrible internal bleeding and swelling. So, she has been given a half plaster cast(?) which means that the bruised area is protected by the plaster of paris while the underside of her arm is in bandage in case the arm needs to swell further. She has to keep the arm in a sling and in this plaster for the rest of the week and then, after that, they will have a look at how everything is healing…
As for Andy, well, he didn’t want to go to the hospital and said he would stay home and light the fire instead (and in spite of it being 17 degrees and sunny). When I got Mum home, Andy and I went out to grab a few groceries for them and I asked him about it. Mum had told me that he was in front of her so hadn’t actually seen her fall and he said ” Yes, I didn’t know anything had happened until I heard a thud and then her screaming”. I really think the whole incident has traumatised him too and he is just lost about what to do to help. Apparently, the first aider they got at the airport had suggested going to A+E then but Mum wouldn’t hear tell of it. It’s the usual thing that happens – you are just so embarassed you don’t even feel the pain.
So, if you’re reading this blog, please spare a thought for my parents who are both in their late 60s (although they don’t like people knowing that!) and who had a lovely holiday followed by an awful homecoming!