Father's Day

yorkshire puddings
Tasty, but not by South Beach standards

Happy Father's Day Dad! Though I'm pretty sure he didn't think that since he was stuck in hospital. Not for long though it appears since he rings the house at 8.30 am to tell us that he wanted picking up since he was no longer in pain and figured all the stones were now in his bladder. So Mum goes off to fetch him after we've had some breakfast and walked the dogs to do their number 1's and 2's (my parents are currently staying with my sister, and my sister has no garden to speak off that is dog safe).

Whilst she's doing that my sister, her boyfriend and I go to a local garden centre as they need to pick up some hardy hedging plants to put around their borders and I get to have a gander at some of the weird and wonderful plants they have. They are all very nice but at the same time hugely expensive, so while I walk away empty handed they do well with a mixed bundle of various shrubs and the like.

We aren't home long before my parents arrive back and Dad is looking much better, so we give him his pressies and cards for Fathers Day (a t-shirt saying "just another sexy bald bloke" from me, and as set of outside "realistic rock shaped speakers" so he can listen to Eartha Kitt whilst in the garden). We then go out for Sunday dinner, which IMHO wasn't exactly wonderful, but food nonetheless. In fact the only thing that looked half decent was the yorkshire pudding, but I couldn't eat that because of the diet I'm following, so ended up with some roast beef, cabbage and cauliflower instead.

After lunch I decide that I should really start to head home since it's 3 pm already and I would like to be back at some kind of reasonable hour, so that's exactly what I do and by 7 pm I'm having some tea with Phil whilst watching a bit of TV. I am exhausted though and can hardly keep my eyes open. That's probably something to do with the fact I had a crap nights sleep last night giving up on the air mattress about an hour after first setting down on it - it was like sleeping on a load of rubber tyres, only not so comfortable. So I gave up and settled down on the sofa for the rest of the night which left me with interrupted sleep and a stiff neck.

I've no doubt in my mind that I will be out like a light in about 30 minutes or so.

Posted by Abi on the June 18, 2006 9:18 PM