As it was going to be a late night we decided to have a very lazy Sunday day, full of nothingness really.

A roast chicken dinner later we were sat chatting and watching Clerks 2! Love that film!

After channel hoping on the telly and topic hoping on the conversation it was finally time to head out.

First stop was The Duggans. MJ wasn’t coming out as he was working so we stayed for a while to have a drink with him and get high on the gun cleaning fluid. Seriously folks, I can heartily recommend it as a natural high! It’s like sniffing on a dozen permanent markers! A bottle of wine later we headed off to Galway.

Deciding I really liked the one way system I went round it a few times to find a parking spot that Brad had noticed the first time round.

Getting in to town we found Taffees closed so headed in to the Kings Head for a pint of syrup (Guinness). Although as the driver I had a glass of sugar (Diet Coke).

After watching some girl open the door on her tow and then jump around very animatedly it was finally time to had to the Quays.

As we approached I honestly thought the place was closed as all the doors were shut and I’ve not seen that before but as we got to the door and 8ft man stepped out from under it and let us in.

Affleck got the drinks in, with Helen’s money that he’d stole from her pocket* and we stood and watched the band. The lead singer of the band is an actor I’m sure of it, I just can’t think what it is I’ve seen him in. I’m sure it was the Bill but as I don’t watch it it must have been Eastenders. I shall find a picture! (At some point!)

The band finished and that signalled it was time for us to go upstairs to see the Weightless Astronauts.

The Astronauts only do covers but they do them bloody well but I’ve love to see them do something of their own. John, the lead singer, is a rather attractive but my view of him will always be tainted by the first time I saw him. He looked like he was auditioning for a Bucks Fizz tribute band! Last night wasn’t much better to be honest. Him and the guitarists had awful black tops on with a silver glittering horizonatl stripes running through it. They looked ridiculous! Especially Bernard. Bernard is a fantastic guitarist and plays with MJ in the Lizzy tribute band and has a look that means he should be wearing a Whitesnake of AC/DC tee-shirt, not a sparkly gay top!

A nice man offered to take a picture of us and after finally getting the job done this is the result.

L-R: Miss Boat, Mr. Affleck, Mr. Landers, Mrs Duggan.

The Astronauts played on, we singed and drank and then MJ turned up as a lovely surprise for Helen.

It was great for him to come out. MJ knows everyone in Galway and if he doesn’t then they certainly know him.

The music played and suddenly a very pissed Affleck stood up, grabbed Row by the hand and the two of them headed off to the dance floor and bopped the night away.

In a game akin to “Where’s Wally?” I’ll let you find them in the picture below. It’s not difficult. Unless you don’t know who they are in the first place!

The band finished and it was time to leave the bar so we headed to SuperMacs for salmonella, chips and curry sauce. Getting Affleck to walk in a straight line was a chore but not as much as getting him to decide what he wanted.

“Do you want anything?”
“No…. although now I can smell it I’ll have some chips.”
“Okay.”
“And curry sauce!”
“Okay.”
“And a burger.”
“Sure?”
“No, I don’t want the burger.”
“Okay.”
“Yes I do.”
“Right.”
“No, just the chips.”
“Just the chips?”
“And curry sauce.”
“And sauce.”
“And a burger.”

He ate it all in the car on the journey home but sadly (although possibly gratefully going by the first half of Wife Swap I saw!) only ten minutes from home we had to pull over so he could see it all again.

Stumbling into the house he grabbed a glass of water, hugged Row and went to bed. This morning I had to kick him out of bed to get him to go into work although to be honest I’d have been happier if he’d have stayed. He slept in his contact lenses, pyjama’s are so 80′s, and this morning has left his glasses in the kitchen after running back into the house to throw up. I hate to think how he drove to work! Hungover, more than like still pissed, and no glasses! I have to travel the same route when I take Row to the airport so I shall keep my eyes open (you’ll be glad to hear) for bodies in the ditch at the side of the road.

*I’m lying, she gave him the money!

“I’m in love with you. Powerfully in love with you. The things you do, the way you move. You make me feel like I’ve never felt in my life. Like a man. I just thought you’d like to know.”

So yesterday we went to see this consultant about the car accident we had ten months ago. Hang on, I’ve already told you that. Did I tell you he’s cute? Yes, it would appear I did!

So, on our way back Affleck decided he wanted to travel up to Birmingham that night rather wait until Friday night. So he did. He’s gone to visit his mom and friends while I’m left at home looking after the foster kids, the dogs, the kittens and the fish!

It’ll do him some good to be away from me for a little while, what with me not letting him sleep in and not letting him do anything fun! All I do is nag but he’s used to it now and it’s why he loves me.

Of course, it’s not doing me any good! I went to bed last night and come 3am was still awake. I slipped into slumber sometime after that but woke up around 6ish. Fell asleep again and woke up about 7ish and have been awake since. The dogs actually got to sleep on the bed last night and Hillie kept fucking kicking me! Little bitch! And this morning the kittens have been doing the wall of death around the lounge!

Anyhoo, I’m off to read a story I’ve been following. It’s just getting to the end so I have coffee, tissues and fags handy. If anything happens to that damn wolf I’m driving to Yorkshire and killing the author!

Well we saw Mr. Consultant Surgeon Person.

He was gorgeous!

Affleck has gone away for a few days so I’m alone. Anyone fancy a party while the parent is away? Bring a bottle of some alcoholic and a battery!

I had a bad day yesterday and the day before.

A lot going through my head that probably shouldn’t have been there or I shouldn’t have bothered with.

Today things seem SO different!

I’m happy. Affleck came home and just looking at him made me see that it really doesn’t matter what is going on in my head he is always there and will always love me and that makes things better. Always.

He is gorgeous. He’s 6ft tall (although I think he’s actually taller but he says he’s 6ft), good body, beautiful face and a personality to die for. He has fantastic sensual eyes and does this little thing with his eyebrow that makes me stomach lift. He is pure perfection. And as if all that wasn’t enough, he’s kind, considerate, honest, loyal, funny, intelligent and adventurous. And once again as if all that wasn’t enough he certainly knows what to do in the bedroom department.

I love him.

He makes things better.

Him and the wondrous friends I have.

I am so fucking lucky!

So Saturday morning Liam and Casey arrived, then Lil’ J arrived then Big C left. All this meant it was time for us to head off to Birmingham.

I took Liam, Casey and Lil’ J in my car, Brad took R and C in his. The journey was uneventful itself apart from something I found hilarious during our stop off. We stopped at the services to get some lunch. A new Pizza Hut Express had opened up so we ate there. While waiting in the queue to be served there was a small argument going on in front of me. The lady being served was very much into recycling and was arguing that they wouldn’t recycle her old pizza box so she took out of the book, plonked it on a tray and insisted they reuse the pizza box there and then. While she was making all this noise, and yes it was a lot of noise, she failed to notice her son getting his arm stuck in the vending machine that gave out toys for a £1. Deciding not to pay the £1 he rammed his arm as far into the machine as he could get it and then burst in to tears… wailing and screaming… when his arm got stuck.

His mother tried to slap his arm, harder and harder, because obviously in some circumstances that works but this time it didn’t. It was well and truly stuck. So along came the manager with a key for the machine. It turns out that the reason the brat couldn’t get his arm out was because he’d actually got hold a ball and wouldn’t let go. If he’d have let go he could have got his arm out… as he did when he let go as his mother took the toy away from him. As soon as she was free she gave the toy to the boy and thanked the manager and went to walk off. The manager called her back said “I’m sorry madam but that’ll be a £1 for the toy.”

She was FURIOUS! As far as she was concerned her son had won it fair and square. The manager pointed out that it was actually theft and if she didn’t cough up the £1 he’d call the police, who were waiting just outside anyway. He offered her the chance to discuss it in his office which she did, which was a big fucking shame as it meant I didn’t get to hear the rest of the story.

Well with our break over and done with we carried on to Brum.

Casey asked how long until nanny’s (Afflecks mom) but before I could answer Liam said “We’re going to Auntie Vodka’s first!” (or Auntie Wonka because he can’t pronounciate his V’s). He then leant over and said “Auntie Wonka gives you loads of sweets!”

Finally get there we dropped the kids off and then headed off to see Becki and Steve who we’ve not seen for years and then off to Sam and Marshalls for the BBQ.

So this part of the weekend is where things get very sketchy. Mainly because I got VERY VERY Drunk! And I do mean VERY.

So this is Sam & Marshall… the hosts of the party.

I don’t know when Boy George arrived.

Or when the fight started!

I apologise to all those I rang and/or texted during the evening while I was very pissed.

So Sunday, with a mighty hangover fully in place and a cold coming on (which no one believed, they all thought I was hungover all day!) we headed off to the Zoo with the kids. Sixteen of us!!

This is where we all had lunch… interesting ain’t it!

We didn’t notice the escapee until we printed the picture out. Personally I think Carrie was trying to sneak it home

So Sunday we stayed in and I got worse. So much worse than come midnight I wasn’t too good and Affleck was on the phone to NHS Direct because of the condition I’d got in to. I was a wreck.
Monday we had a huge dinner at Afflecks parents, cooed over Baby Jake and then came home.

So there you have my weekend. I still feel like crap. We’ve got no kids in until Thursday! Wahoo!

I’m am very scared…

Affleck is walking around the house singing New Kids On The Block songs!