Bank holiday

Last day of the Bank Holiday and it's a bit of a damp squid out there.

Really glad that it's a log weekend though, as I'm extremely tired again and once again feel like my batteries have been stolen.
Spent part of Saturday with my mother. Cut and styled her hair in the morning so she doesn't look like some little old lady bless her, then back again late afternoon after Oliver's fish and chip run for her, to help him move her furniture around as she's been on about moving it, only to hear her telling Oliver that she actually didn't want it moved in the first place! Grrrgghhh.
Had mother round for lunch on Sunday and I think I slept the whole of the Eastenders omnibus while she watched in delight, saying that she hasn't seen Eastenders for months, which is what she says every weekend at mine.
But I know it's mean, but I won't be letting on it's bank holiday Monday, as I really want a bit of me time. I'll go round and cook her tea as normal, but in the day I'll do what the rest of the family do and that's think of myself.

Went to Julie's after mother's on Saturday night to have a Chinese take away and watch the Eurovision Song Contest. I can't remember the last time I watched it, but we giggled non-stop. We both chose a country, I chose Belgium because it was tasteful and cute and Julie chose Greece, because it was tasteless and you could shout Opa a lot! Which we did, a lot! Shame neither of them won, but I did come up n the final four or five. We were beaten by Germany with a little 'Oh look I'm quirky' girl, singing a blatant rip off of a Lily Allen type song and even with a sketchy attempt at a cockney accent. So United Kingdom, I knew we came last, but we won really, as imitation is the best form of flattery and we did it first!

After six hours mother finally went home on Sunday and I decided I'd slept and felt under the waether and sorry for myself enough, so I decided to take myself off to see Sex and the City 2. It was good fun. Predictable, but fun.
I always feel such a frump though after watching SatC, but no wonder Samantha has so many hot flushes with the amount of heavy jewellery she wears around her neck. I would have been clawing them off when I was full flush! I guess her fabulous floaty dresses, which I have to say would be polyester if I was having to pay for them, would no doubt be 100% pure silk on her budget, which is great for hot flushes. See even the menopause is easier to bear if you are rich! But I'm happy to say and this does sound very bitchy, but I did see a few lines on the girls, which didn't make me feel so bad or frumpy after all!

Lots of love Debbie x