Don't Tell The Puppy!
Dec. 3rd, 2015 08:19 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
lupestripeI've had better starts to a weekend than being woken up at 7:30am by a man from Wickes telling us our half ton delivery of plasterboard will be with us within half an hour. We had opted for a 7-12 delivery but we gas hoped it would be in the later half of this but alas we were somewhat out of luck. However, in hindsight this probably was for the best though as the heavens opened mid-morning and water would have been catastrophic with the plaster. Consequently Wolfie and I were lugging 27 25kg sheets of plasterboard into the house at 8am and suffice to say I wasn't best pleased, particularly as we were also traipsing mud all over the carpets as it was somewhat damp underfoot. I had hoped to go back to bed but Wolfie's parents were due at 10am (in the end they didn't arrive until past noon) and I was already awake by this point, so I resigned myself to some poached egg and a day of DIY. In the end, the day was quite profitable although frustratingly we didn't actually make use of the plasterboard. Still, we finished all of the downstairs areas and managed to transfer some of the boards up into the attic, although I couldn't help as much as I would have liked due to work constraints. I also bought some pork pies from a local butcher as I'm very rarely in town when they are open, but yet again Wolfie's parents didn't partake, having brought their own chicken, sausages and biscuits.
The pies were delicious though, so much so that I went there again on Tuesday to buy some for work after promising them I would bring pies in for my birthday. There's a tradition in the office of bringing cakes into the office but the brusque Yorkshireman who works with us started questioning the lack of savory treats. This was back in March and it stuck with me, plus my boss is from Wigan and so is always up for a pie. Anyway, I brought £15 worth of pies into the office on Tuesday, some steak and potato, others steak while there were a few pork pies present too. I wasn't sure whether they would go down well but I was pleasantly surprised by the popularity, with even the international staff getting stuck in. Indeed I haven't been quite as popular in the office for some time and it was quite heartening seeing our Chinese and French writers tucking into a local delicacy. Out English staff also enjoyed them and I feared at one stage I had not bought enough, but fortunately I had got it spot on and there was very little left. I am glad it proved so popular and that everyone enjoyed - it's definitely something to repeat.
I don't really know why Wolfie's parents didn't go for the pies or indeed anything else I have bought while they have been helping with the house construction but I guess that's their choice. I had been in town as I needed to buy some travel insurance for my forthcoming trip to Iceland while my dad also came around for a brief moment to deliver some hiking boots, again for Iceland. He also got chance to see the attic for the first time and I get the impression he wasn't overly impressed although he did like what we had done with the bedroom and living room. The attic is just a shell right now and it will undoubtedly be more impressive when completed but sadly this is still quite a long way away.
We had an early start on Sunday too as we had a fun-packed day planned with Arcais. We had been thinking of going to the Turkish Baths and Steam Room for quite sometime and with a free day for all of us, we quickly scheduled it in. We hadn't been for a while and with the weather exceptionally foul, we thought it would be a good thing to do. Indeed the weather was so foul that during a bit of Christmas shopping later in the day, it was so windy that two signs started to stalk Arc as she walked down the street which was quite surprising due to the heavy nature of the one wooden and one metal advertisements. Alas, Wolfie's mother had redesigned our bed and put a sheet on it, meaning I struggled to sleep the night before. This was exasperated after I went to sleep on the sofa as I heard the water cascading through our broken guttering and hitting the window all night. So on four hours sleep, I jumped into the car with Wolfie, picking up Arc and then heading to Harrogate where we were miraculously early for the morning session. I grabbed a tea while Arc went for a massage, which turned out to be a more booby experience than she had bargained for. This made me feel somewhat jealous that I didn't go for a booby massage of my own but I needed the tea just to feel alive. The next two hours were spent relaxing in the various rooms of differing temperatures although I couldn't stay in the hot rooms for too long due to them making me fall asleep. The clunge pool was very invigorating and worse than I remembered, largely because its temperature is determined by the outside ambient conditions. The last time we went was in March so it was slightly warmer. In late November it was hell (although this didn't seem to bother baldy man who sat in the pool for ages with arms outstretched). I spent a lot of time relaxing on the beds, either in the quiet area or the baths, trying to make up for the sleep I hadn't had.
After our trip to the spa, we decided to grab some lunch, with The Fat Badger being the preferred destination. They had some very good Christmas beers on tap here while the fish butty was to die for. Arc had moules frites which also looked delicious and over food we planned the second part of the day - our Don't Tell The Bride marathon. I'm aware at DTTB is somewhat trashy but it's a show to which I've become something of a devotee. Granted the plot and format is identical with every single episode but there is something hilariously shit about the concept and the people on it. I normally watch it while having my dinner and upon discovering that most of my close friends are also fans, we decided to have a whole evening dedicated to it. This would include cooking food for everyone and Arc suggested she would do her lasagne. I hadn't had lasagne for years and so I was very much all for this, but Soma is a fussy eater and it turned out that he wouldn't eat an awful lot. We are all in health kicks at the moment and so we didn't want to get a takeaway but every suggestion we made was knocked back, until Arc decided on a compromise of lasagne for us and Mac and cheese for him (which in the end he still didn't eat). So after a trip to ASDA we were all set for the evening, with me even persuading the Pantie Panda to share some wine with me. Yis.
The afternoon and evening passed very quickly and it was very much like the old days. We watched a documentary on Channel 4 about Tinder where a puppy play person couldn't put on his mask properly while someone else received a message saying "I want to paint you green and spank you like a disobedient avocado". While cooking, we also listened to the hilarious 'My Dad Wrote A Porno' podcast where three twenty-somethings read aloud and dissected a pornographic book written by one of the trio's fathers. It was at this time that Adia and Soma arrived along with their pet rat Daisy, who was feeling lonely and wanted to join the party. Some twenty minutes later, food was ready although we forgot to cook the garlic infused sprouts, which was a shame. Still, the lasagne was delicious, perfect hearty food for a cold autumnal day and after watching the latest Muco, we settled down to watch three episodes of DTTB, which just happened to include the most clueless couples imaginable. During our marathon we also cracked open some cheese and crackers and generally had a lazy evening with some excellent company before Wolfie drove everyone back when it was time for bed.
The pies were delicious though, so much so that I went there again on Tuesday to buy some for work after promising them I would bring pies in for my birthday. There's a tradition in the office of bringing cakes into the office but the brusque Yorkshireman who works with us started questioning the lack of savory treats. This was back in March and it stuck with me, plus my boss is from Wigan and so is always up for a pie. Anyway, I brought £15 worth of pies into the office on Tuesday, some steak and potato, others steak while there were a few pork pies present too. I wasn't sure whether they would go down well but I was pleasantly surprised by the popularity, with even the international staff getting stuck in. Indeed I haven't been quite as popular in the office for some time and it was quite heartening seeing our Chinese and French writers tucking into a local delicacy. Out English staff also enjoyed them and I feared at one stage I had not bought enough, but fortunately I had got it spot on and there was very little left. I am glad it proved so popular and that everyone enjoyed - it's definitely something to repeat.
I don't really know why Wolfie's parents didn't go for the pies or indeed anything else I have bought while they have been helping with the house construction but I guess that's their choice. I had been in town as I needed to buy some travel insurance for my forthcoming trip to Iceland while my dad also came around for a brief moment to deliver some hiking boots, again for Iceland. He also got chance to see the attic for the first time and I get the impression he wasn't overly impressed although he did like what we had done with the bedroom and living room. The attic is just a shell right now and it will undoubtedly be more impressive when completed but sadly this is still quite a long way away.
We had an early start on Sunday too as we had a fun-packed day planned with Arcais. We had been thinking of going to the Turkish Baths and Steam Room for quite sometime and with a free day for all of us, we quickly scheduled it in. We hadn't been for a while and with the weather exceptionally foul, we thought it would be a good thing to do. Indeed the weather was so foul that during a bit of Christmas shopping later in the day, it was so windy that two signs started to stalk Arc as she walked down the street which was quite surprising due to the heavy nature of the one wooden and one metal advertisements. Alas, Wolfie's mother had redesigned our bed and put a sheet on it, meaning I struggled to sleep the night before. This was exasperated after I went to sleep on the sofa as I heard the water cascading through our broken guttering and hitting the window all night. So on four hours sleep, I jumped into the car with Wolfie, picking up Arc and then heading to Harrogate where we were miraculously early for the morning session. I grabbed a tea while Arc went for a massage, which turned out to be a more booby experience than she had bargained for. This made me feel somewhat jealous that I didn't go for a booby massage of my own but I needed the tea just to feel alive. The next two hours were spent relaxing in the various rooms of differing temperatures although I couldn't stay in the hot rooms for too long due to them making me fall asleep. The clunge pool was very invigorating and worse than I remembered, largely because its temperature is determined by the outside ambient conditions. The last time we went was in March so it was slightly warmer. In late November it was hell (although this didn't seem to bother baldy man who sat in the pool for ages with arms outstretched). I spent a lot of time relaxing on the beds, either in the quiet area or the baths, trying to make up for the sleep I hadn't had.
After our trip to the spa, we decided to grab some lunch, with The Fat Badger being the preferred destination. They had some very good Christmas beers on tap here while the fish butty was to die for. Arc had moules frites which also looked delicious and over food we planned the second part of the day - our Don't Tell The Bride marathon. I'm aware at DTTB is somewhat trashy but it's a show to which I've become something of a devotee. Granted the plot and format is identical with every single episode but there is something hilariously shit about the concept and the people on it. I normally watch it while having my dinner and upon discovering that most of my close friends are also fans, we decided to have a whole evening dedicated to it. This would include cooking food for everyone and Arc suggested she would do her lasagne. I hadn't had lasagne for years and so I was very much all for this, but Soma is a fussy eater and it turned out that he wouldn't eat an awful lot. We are all in health kicks at the moment and so we didn't want to get a takeaway but every suggestion we made was knocked back, until Arc decided on a compromise of lasagne for us and Mac and cheese for him (which in the end he still didn't eat). So after a trip to ASDA we were all set for the evening, with me even persuading the Pantie Panda to share some wine with me. Yis.
The afternoon and evening passed very quickly and it was very much like the old days. We watched a documentary on Channel 4 about Tinder where a puppy play person couldn't put on his mask properly while someone else received a message saying "I want to paint you green and spank you like a disobedient avocado". While cooking, we also listened to the hilarious 'My Dad Wrote A Porno' podcast where three twenty-somethings read aloud and dissected a pornographic book written by one of the trio's fathers. It was at this time that Adia and Soma arrived along with their pet rat Daisy, who was feeling lonely and wanted to join the party. Some twenty minutes later, food was ready although we forgot to cook the garlic infused sprouts, which was a shame. Still, the lasagne was delicious, perfect hearty food for a cold autumnal day and after watching the latest Muco, we settled down to watch three episodes of DTTB, which just happened to include the most clueless couples imaginable. During our marathon we also cracked open some cheese and crackers and generally had a lazy evening with some excellent company before Wolfie drove everyone back when it was time for bed.
