I’m typing this on Monday morning after a Sunday spent recovering from what turned out pretty great… all things considered…

After Fridays events HB and I mooched around the house quiet on Saturday… I didn’t want to be without her.. I don’t know if that makes sense but I just wanted to be with her… We didn’t do much but in the afternoon I decided we would get out and go into the city. Scared to be seen by PSNM but determined not to let him rule my life… retail therapy was on the cards. As we were literally pulling on our Etnies to leave the phone rang and it was Barbie telling me that she and Ken would be in the pub for a couple of hours that afternoon and if I was on my own did I want to join them.. nothing heavy.. just a few drinks and a quiet chat. Sounded great.. HB insisted it would be cool.. Big Bro was coming over for dinner anyway so it was all set. The Tamar… between 4 and 4.30pm.

The afternoon was spent in a girlie haze of new perfumes… new handbags and general fun that only females can appreciate. The search is still on for the Pink Converse… but when we came home we were suitably weighed down with shopping bags and smiles.

30 minutes later.. Big Bro is dropping me off at The Tamar…

It was fun… before I even got there I promised myself I wouldn’t let on to Barbie and Ken about PSNM and I kept schtum for quite a while. What is it about girls that they can discuss nails, periods, bras and hot boys in the time it takes a guy to order one round of drinks???? Needless to say the “house wine” at £5 a bottle was rank… so rank that it had to be helped down with double shots of Southern Comfort (me) and Tia Maria (Barbie).

We knew it was going well when, after about an hour, Barbie needed me to do up her pants in the toilets. Well the silly woman will insist on wearing these low cut jeans with a belt attached.. thats got THREE HOLES on it.. it was all a bit much for her to handle what with her new nails and her double Tia Maria’s. I have no clue what the lady thought when she came into the rest room to find me on my knees in front of Barbie with her giggling furiously.. but thats not for me to worry about. Needless to say after that we went to the toilet together everytime she needed.

PSNM wasn’t far from my mind and for a short time we discussed what had happened on Friday… Ken has the ideal way of dealing with him.. however its highly illegal and involves the use of a huge kitchen knife and a pair of Size 10 boots….

A stop off in the chinese takeaway which resulted in me asking why everyone was so dour faced that you would think it was a doctors waiting room and before I knew it I was home. I don’t actually remember saying goodbye to Barbie and Ken. I do recall getting into the back seat of the car and, when realising that B&K weren’t getting a lift home with me, my attempt to get out of the car and get into the passenger seat resulted in my Big Bro yelling at me “Sit down and shut up!!!!”

meh.. no sense of humour…

I was in passed out on the couch by 9pm… When I asked my brother to “baby sit” I doubt he realised that it was going to be me he had to babysit…