And I’m back! Like Arnold Schwarzenegger in all of his movies.
Back to normality at last, sorry for those who check every day hoping to see something new only to be disappointed. It’s been quite hectic and all over the place at work and then there was the wedding I had to go to in Scotland. But that’s all over now.
It’s been decided at work that we don’t really need to do evenings and weekends at the moment so I’m back to normal working hours, still busy as ever though, maybe even more so.
Finally got my new car on Thursday only to break a bit off the bumper underneath on the curb two days later in Scotland, man was I pissed. I should learn that it’s quite a bit lower than my old Fiesta.
I probably have gained a few speeding fines too coming back from Scotland as I got lost (useless Satnav) and then angry. Then I didn’t slow down for all the speed cameras. We’ll see what comes of that, I might be fine for all I know so I’m not going to worry.
Scotland overall was quite good though actually, Fiona wasn’t looking forward to it though as all the men were having drinks together and all the women were having drinks together and she’s never actually met anyone in my family before so she was just basically walking into a house full of strangers. She got through it though bless her.
She had brought a nine year old inflatable bed for us to sleep on, the worst sleep I have ever had. Woke up at 3am only to find that the bed had in fact deflated, that was a comfortable experience. The second night it did the same so I got in the single bed and left her on the floor. (A gentleman I know.)
The day of the wedding was pretty good, it was nice weather all weekend long which is a rarity for Scotland. Definitely thought I was going to burn the moment I walked in that church though, I’m so anti-religion I’m almost the anti-christ. I got moaned at for not singing stupid hymns, well:
A: I only sing in the shower or in the car.
B: I wasn’t in a shower or a car.
I amused myself while they were saying their vows by pulling stupid faces at the wedding photographer, you wanna take a photo of my face, you take a photo of my photo face! Hopefully I’ll actually get some photo’s of me looking fly in my suit at some point, most of the photos were taken of the immediate family, I’m just a lowly cousin hah.
Then it was time for the meal afterwards and instead of putting me and Fiona on a table with people I know they stuck us with a load of random morbid people that didn’t want to speak, apart from one woman who I think I offended by inadvertently calling her a tart. *shrugs* Never gonna see her again anyway.
The speeches paled in comparison to my best man speech at my best friends wedding although I’ll admit I did tear up a bit when the best man read out a message from my Uncle who was prisoned for falsely being accused of beating his ex-wife. That’s a whole other story that I won’t get into but safe to say he was screwed over by a bunch of stupid Jury members, the judge himself didn’t even think he did it so to hear some words from him was nice and it was a good thing for the best man to do.
Then the party after where I drank everything under the sun, spent a shit load of money and then came home the afternoon after. It’s been an expensive month, probably should have held off buying that car for another month too be honest but screw it. I’m happy and that’s all that matters!
Back to work this morning killed me, it was business as usual and I was overloaded with work yet again. Something amused me after work though when Michelle text me and said that she had an argument with her boyfriend and told me that he thinks me and her were having an affair, half expected her to come home with love bites (hicky for the American’s) on her neck. I text her back and said that love bites aren’t my thing, I’m much more discreet than that.
Probably didn’t help the cause but if he doesn’t trust her that’s his problem, he should grow the fuck up.
Tomorrow will be an emotional day as my old Fiesta is off to be scrapped, not getting much for it really and if I could be bothered to sell it I could probably get a bit more but I just need to get rid of it. Old Leroy has done me well over the years and it won’t be forgotten. As much as first cars go that did me proud.