to refuse to buy party poppers for last night's sleepover. So why did I weaken during my last minute shop for assorted unhealthy food items I asked myself as I surveyed the sheer horror that was the state of my house this morning.
I had actually tidied up a bit and at least the dinig room was looking half way towards respectable - but then about 11 they all emerged from a very jam packed living room where I think they had got to sleep about three hours previously. They all had breakfast and when I looked at the mess Part 2, I had to go out. I am now killing time at the gym waiting for a step class. I am not motivated enough to go in and do something on my own.
I asked H about ten minutes before her friends were due to arrive last night what she had planned for them all. It was then that it emerged she didn't actually have a clue. My offer to produce a quick game of pass the parcel was treated with the distain it deserved. What they DID do in the event was play god awful music very loud,and scream a lot at horror films. No doubt none of them will be able to sleep for at least a fortnight now for fear of 'Blair Witch Project' related nightmares,and my name will be mud amongst their various parents. At least the birthday season is now over for another 46 weeks in my household. There are some advantages to getting all their birthdays over with within a six week period, but one doesn't really appreciite that until the last one has just finished.
For the majority of last night I was banished to my bedroom which did at least mean I got to listen to the football on the radio. Well, we didn't win - obviously because we were playing at home- and we didn't score - obviously because we were playing at home ( 3 goals for in 7 games) - but we did n't lose and we did appear to have all the possession and all the chances; my son confirmed that when he got home from the match. It really is very strange because every home game we have played well (except typically the one when we were on tele) and the supporters keep applauding them off the pitch because the performances are so good, but we simply can not win a game at home.
Have I mentioned recently that I hate football?
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