Replacing Phil's Balls

Ah, the joys of being close to your loved ones, even more so when you are both sleeping in a 3/4 bed :) Not that I'm complaining really, but I did have an usual dream about the smell of burning pork, and the promptly realised that it was my flesh sticking to the radiator which I'd been propped against all night. ouchy ouch!

We take a trip to Telford in the morning to while away a few hours, and do a bit of shopping. We come back with a new set of balls for Phil, which he then promptly dumps in my bag. So instead of him lugging his balls around all day I get the pleasure, and let me tell ya, those balls are heavy! (yes yes, I am talking juggling balls). By the time we get back, have some lunch (it always tastes so much better when someone else cooks for you!) we're heading back south to home once again, but I don't last more than 30 minutes before I've fallen asleep.

And I hate falling asleep in the car! You always end up with head jerk, and to top that off you know you're sleeping with your gob hanging open and generally not looking too flattering to the passing motorists who think they are overtaking the "special bus for special people". Oh the embarrassment!

It did make the trip go quicker though, which is good, and we get home in plenty of time to have a good part of the afternoon to do sweet FA - so Phil goes to bed and I slob in front of the TV for a couple of hours.

Posted by Abi on the November 27, 2005 9:25 PM