I was quite pleased that my mother had backed out of coming with us, as I wasn't prepared for just how cold the village hall actually was going to be until we had been sitting there for a couple of hours.
The heaters that they shipped in might have heated parts of the rooms, but the one where we were sitting and just happened to be near two sets of doors that were opening and closing nonstop, didn't actually work!
I ate my dinner while wrapped up in thick clothes and a pashmina wrapped tightly around me. The haggis was yummy, the tatties were rather lumpy and the neeps were a horrible orange stroke brown colour to the extent that we wondered if they had been cooked in their skins and tasted really rather oily.
By the time the first lot of dancing was over the hall had warmed up a little, but when everyone sat down to have the raffle and listen to the pipers, the hall cooled down rapidly and as I can't dance, our coats went on in our little corner. I even had the pashmina over my legs at one point! At that point I gave up and went home.
I won't say I didn't enjoy it as I did, but I was glad to get home in the warm. Plus Oliver's music was on CSI NY and I was itching to hear it. It was a bit of a sticky moral moment to say the least when my son's TV debate clashed with something that had been planned for a long while. But to say I was a proud mother was an understatement, as if I was a footballer, I would have been running around the football pitch with my shirt over my head shouting.... Yeeeess that's my boy then airplaning onto the grass!
Today has been a wee bit odd, as I've had an unsettled tummy for most of the day. I'm not blaming the neeps, but I'm not letting them off the hook either, as I didn't get a very good nights sleep at all. Lots of tossing and turning.
I watched Oliver's piece at least another.. Ooo ten times and then cooked for mother again. Really felt odd all day... No likey. And eat... I've been back and forth to the kitchen all day and evening as if on a conveyor belt just trying to find something that doesn't make me fart or give me stomach cramps. Definitely no likey.
And weirdly enough to top it all, I think I have gremlins in the bungalow. I have lost my silver bookmark that my friend brought me into thin air.
I was sitting reading with my bookmark across the open pages to keep them open, the book on my lap. My mobile which was next to me rang, which when I picked up the six inch bookmark fell to the floor, by the time I went to pick it up off the floor the book mark had gone?!
Hello???
Now I have looked everywhere and I mean everywhere, even in the weirdest of places and zilch.
Maybe tomorrow when my stomach has settled and I can crawl on the floor without emptying my lungs and I might find it. Till then...
Lots of love Debbie x
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