The return of the drunkards - In the name of Thiago - Day 21
In the name of Thiago
The return of the
drunkards – Day 21
One of the challenges
of writing a daily blog is staying sober, or at least sober enough, for long
periods of time if you’re planning on potentially being in a situation where
you might end up having one over the eight.
My social life these
days tends to revolve around friends visiting my home and it’s certainly been a
very long time since Angelica and I went anywhere together unless you count all
Thiago’s hospital appointments. It is a possibility though, that I may end up
being slightly the worse for wear this evening, so I find myself starting this
blog at the almost implausible time of 2pm.
I was actually hoping
to have a little tipple last night, (let’s call it pre-match preparation) after
what had been a positive day but I just didn’t quite get there. On the plus
side, I am up to date with the laundry, (yippee!) and I managed to spend some
quality time with Elisa as you can see from the pic.
So on to today. The
big man was despatched to his brother’s place (my uncle Brian) in Chester this
morning. It was a long and painful goodbye, not because I was sad to see him
go. Christ no, far from it.
At one point I thought
it was all going to be off as he just got really frustrated with not being able
to find his mobile (he’d left it in his car last night) and then there was a comedy
moment where he was sat at the top of the stairs with clothes strewn all over
the landing. But we got there, just. At shortly after 11, he was on his way.
Elisa dances on a
Saturday, so my next job was taking her and Bella to Trent Vegas for that. I’m
one of the few dads that actually bothers to make conversation in this female
dominated environment and it’s not unreasonable to say that doing so doesn’t
come without risk.
Today’s chit chat
centred on the musical merits of Frozen 2. The girls are dancing to this one
for the next show at the Stoke Repertory Theatre in October. The song they’re
working up a routine to is ‘Into the Unknown’. As you well know, I’m generally
loathe to offer an opinion on most subjects but like the film itself, this is
an absolute crock of shit.
Six years there were
between the first Frozen film and the follow up. If I’d had six years to work
on something and came up with that I’d feel a little embarrassed. But perhaps
that’s because I set such impeccably high standards!
(looking good girls - Angelica, Claire and Amelia right on top of their game)
I can also report that
the douchie-shaking, which my mate Steve – walking buddy Steve not Super Steve
the gas engineer – politely pointed out to me today should have been
tushy-shaking, from yesterday has taken its toll on Angelica. She reckons she
racked up 30,000 steps. Well all I can say is, that’s one hell of a pub crawl!
Very lastly today, I
was reminded at Elisa’s dancing today that yesterday was NHS pay day (well
certainly at my local hospital at any rate). So folks, I think you know what’s
coming next…
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