Another Thrilling Weekend

2007-07-17, 9:52 p.m.
Just a few little pieces of stuff while I wait for BF to come in.

Fucking insanely busy weekend as we have finally got all our builders and stuff ready to begin the work on our house. But before they can move in the digger and the dump truck and the other big loud machinery which fucks up your drive and your garden, we had to knock down a couple of walls (only small ones, not ones which were holding the house up or anything!).

Started that on Saturday with a big fat hangover from Friday nights merry making (whisky, porn, shagging, chocolate, waking up in the wee small hours trussed like an oven-ready ham in my own underwear having passed out fallen asleep half dressed) and pretty much the first thing I did was drop a huge lump of brickwork on my toe. Luckily I was wearing *safety footwear* (ie a pair of trainers) so it wasn�t like I dropped a 2 foot cube of bricks and mortar on my bare foot. More like I dropped a 2 foot cube of bricks and mortar wrapped in leather on my bare foot. Jeez, I didn�t even have any socks on.

Hopped around the garden going �fucking HELL, fuCKING hell, FUcking hell� and all sorts of other combinations of emphasis on various syllables until the pain lessened to, say, the same level as ummm, childbirth, and then carried on. We had BFs mate Trev helping us but he can only work til beer o�clock so we knew we�d have to do the other shitty job on our own on Sunday.

Had a quick shower and a fortifying shag then we went off to see the Rural Dean of PoshTown. Cant face the clergy without a slice of knob-pie* to calm my nerves. As the church we want to get married in doesn�t have a priest at the mo, the Rural Dean is kind of filling in on all the priestly duties. This includes vetting scabby heathens who want to get married in their church even tho one of them is a shameless harlot divorc�e and the other is a shameless harlot divorc�.

As it turned out, he was a really nice guy and seemed to be impressed with all the things we said about our relationship and why we want to get married in his church. Now we just have to wait while he submits his report to the Bishop and then he�ll write to us. That will take until about the end of August, so we still cant make any wedding plans just yet.

Saturday night � got horrifically drunk

Sunday morning
Clearing Out The Garage
*slumps over keyboard as tho dead*

I cant even begin to describe what a shitty job that is. If you�ve ever cleared out a garage then I don�t need to describe the sheer awfulness of it to you.

If you are particularly interested in our building project, you can read the sensible grown up details from billdersbum. Good Old Bill. If you do visit there, please don�t make any references to �over here� as I plan to make that one available to friends and family and wont be able to do that if it connects to the porn-fest which is my real life (ie the one which only YOU know about!).

Also, it means I don�t have to fill this diary up with turgid tales of tiles and boring blatherings on brickwork. I can just do this stuff here and that stuff there.

Funniest thing I�ve seen on Wiki for months

Later dudes
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*Not in a Lorena Bobbitt way. I just mean I like to have sex before I do anything scary. Even before having scary sex � I like to have a �normal� one first!




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