Breathing toxic air– I awoke from a short night fitful alcoholic related sleep to recall my pals husband Callum was teaching us to curl yesterday morning. Sunday. At 9.30am ! The reason for the scrunchy face was Dynamites birthday lunch – the day before which went on for 9 1/2 hours. I blame the rugby. Scotland won their match with Italy and then as Ireland and England started to play the whole bar went wild – so it would have been rude to leave mid-way so we stayed til the end. The bitter end. Yeuch.
So back to the curling. What a day to start. Firstly, I cannot recommend curling after a wild birthday party. It was cold.
Well obviously I suppose. The atmosphere of an empty ice rink laid out for curling is quite unique and much like a smell or a sound it can evoke memories which hit you like a slap on the chops. So I burst into tears. Great start Alison, and as the snottering ensued lots of scared men in in cosy jumpers averted their eyes. Oh God I love being a woman. I surprised myself to be honest. The memories of all those years ago with my dear Dad who died 3 years ago was too much, with hangover, hormone, lack of sleep and no breakfast. I couldn’t be sure an egg would stay down.
We soon perked up though, as I slid about on my knees, and we all hooted and h hollered at how appalling we were. Our pal Leo had been at a stag night so him and I were in the same ballpark of shake and thus we indulged in much knee sliding and general buffoonery. But you know what ? We’re hooked.
I told my Mum.
Oh she said your Dads curling brush is here if you would like it, it’s hollow so you can fill it with whisky.
Ah so I blame him. It runs in the family. Why fight it?
PS Teenwolf is not mentioned today as he is threatening to start his own blog – Teenwolf Answers Back this could back fire badly. Money may haPreview postve to change hands. Does he have a case?
Teenwolf Evidence Day 1
Teenwolf Evidence Day 2
Should he answer it?
