Tomorrow morning at stupid o�clock, I drive down the coast to my sister and brother-in-law and they kindly take me to their house in Bruges for the weekend. Hoorah!
A little light Christmas shopping, some scoffing of top nosh (having a sister who is a chef does have the advantage of her ALWAYS knowing where to find a good restaurant) and a few scoops, as I wont be driving AT ALL til Monday night.
BF is staying home as he has to work at the school on Monday and cant get the day off. He is already dripping wistfully around the house muttering "I�ll be OK, I�ll find SOMETHING to do." Girlies are off to Shagnasty�s til Wednesday so even when I get back Monday night it�ll still be party time in the Palace of Many Sins. Oh, its almost like a real holiday. I suspect that these euphoric feelings will only last a few hours once Im actually there as Im not as fiercely independent as I make out and will miss my wee family totally.
Needless to say, the packing list is slightly different to last weekend:
Jumpers
Jeans
Boots (no heels � cobbled streets!)
Woolly hat
Gloves
Scarf
Socks
Sensible warm jacket
Im told the weather there is even more fucking freezing than it is here at the mo so Im not taking any chances. My fave Batman t-shirt will accompany me, just in case we go anywhere posh, but sis advises no fancy shoes or skirts or lacey stuff will be required which is a bit of a pisser as that�s 90% of my wardrobe discounted.
BF has just returned from the pub to maximise on the shagging opportunities before his enforced four days of s-exile � I think the Palace of Many Sins Porn Archive may take a bit of a pasting in my absence. He�s also had a shave and put some clean clothes on so is obviously hoping to seduce me later, despite the fact that one of the clean clothes items he�s put on is a ski-instructor roll neck sweater which makes him look a bit too Jazz Musician to be truly sex-god like.
But first, a Chicken Jalfrezi awaits, so until next week�.