I’ve been kind of m.i.a. from my blogging life lately. Sure I’ve been eeking out a post here and there but forget about reading any, there has been zero time for that. I guess the holidays and preparing for an international move does tend to suck all of the sand from an hour glass, but still, I’ve been feeling a little guilty and lots out of sorts. I’m tired and discombobulated and I don’t like it one bit.
So when The London’s asked Gregory and I if we could dog-sit Napoleon while they went away for the night I jumped at the chance… a night on their couch watching their Sky TV while I munched on some KFC (no KFC near The LPV) and caught up on my blog reading sounded like the perfect Saturday evening. You know that saying the best laid plans… yeah, it was like that.
Before The Londons could shoot off to the mountains to ski, Mr. London had to play a match. Gregory and I would get to Toulon early, leave Fifty to watch Napoleon, have some lunch on the port (one of my favorite things to do even if it was lashing rain), watch Mr.London do his thing, and be on the couch in our comfies by 5:30. It was perfect.
All was going to plan until the last two minutes of the match when Grenoble scored a try against Toulon giving them a one point lead and securing a victory. I looked at Mrs. London and said, “Guess you won’t be going skiing.” I was only half joking but then Mr.London emerged after the match with a sad puss on his face and confirmed that the skiing was indeed cancelled, he had to report for training at 8AM in the morning.
I quietly kissed my relaxing evening goodbye as we headed out for sushi. Of course sushi led to drinks in the bar next door which of course led to a few more drinks back at the house which of course led to a Sing Star session until 3 in the morning which of course wasn’t ‘sing’ star at all, it was more like ‘shout’ star.
So now it’s Sunday afternoon, I’m more tired than I was when I went to Toulon and I still haven’t read a single blog post… or packed a box, or sorted through any papers, or done any laundry…
I also haven’t had any KFC either.
Ta Ta for now, if anybody needs me, I’ll be having a nap (and feeling guilty).