{"id":690,"date":"2008-07-01T18:03:34","date_gmt":"2008-07-01T17:03:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/?p=690"},"modified":"2012-03-29T14:45:41","modified_gmt":"2012-03-29T13:45:41","slug":"my-son-thinks-im-a-pillock-of-course-hes-a-good-judge-of-character","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/alisonsdiary.com\/2008\/07\/my-son-thinks-im-a-pillock-of-course-hes-a-good-judge-of-character\/","title":{"rendered":"My son thinks I\u2019m a pillock \u2013 of course he\u2019s a good judge of character"},"content":{"rendered":"

Monday<\/p>\n

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Can\u2019t believe it is so close to Christmas already. The last time I looked at a clock it was August. Letters to Santa, family invitations, wrangling, whose going where, whose cooking, whose staying where, how many mince pies, should we order a turkey now or like last year put it off until the last 3 hours of Xmas Eve to queue for the only one left \u2013 in the butcher \u2013\u00a0 inevitably a 25lb monster or so small it is officially a nugget.<\/p>\n

Rather than\u00a0 continue these fraught discussions I go and watch Louis playing rugby. Oh dear not good for heart. They may only\u00a0 be 9 and 10 years old but they tackle hard. I repeatedly\u00a0 put my fist in my mouth to save from screeching \u2018 don\u2019t hurt yourself !\u2019\u00a0 and fight hard to resist tackling some of the other kids to the ground and ordering them to stay away from my precious one. Rugby and maternal hormones don\u2019t mix.<\/p>\n

When I say \u2018my precious one\u2019 obviously it is not to his face as my latest instruction when I drop him off at school is not to look at him. I did as instructed. Dropped him off and then, as I knew he would check with a sly peek into the car, I rolled my polo neck up\u00a0 over my eyeballs and\u00a0 just sat there until he had disappeared into the playground. I got a row at 4pm when I picked him up\u00a0 for being silly.<\/p>\n

Tuesday<\/p>\n

So this morning as I dropped him off and then called him back and as turned I shouted \u2018 I LOVE YOU!\u2019 he was horrified and went scuttling into the playground puce.<\/p>\n

Och.In desperate need of a haircut and my delightful hairdresser Derek is back in town so off I go for a rebuild. It feels so great to have a good haircut. You get the wash, the head massage and then I\u2019m woken up and made to look 5 years younger thanks to the snippings of Mr Preston. Pick\u00a0 Louis at 4 and he tells me I look like a supermodel. \u2018I thought you\u2019d be ignoring me for shouting out of the car this morning\u2019\u2013of course I shouldn\u2019t of jogged his memory as he forgot to ignore me until I reminded him. Eejit I am. The puce ones parents night tonight and everything is just fine with the exception of his organisation skills.. I am not in a particularly strong position here as it took me 5 minutes to find the keyboard of my computer before writing this. I can\u2019t really imagine where he gets that from<\/p>\n

Wednesday<\/p>\n

Got a crick in my neck and a hump slumping in front of the computer all day.<\/p>\n

Late afternoon Anne Hunter turns up to help me with the curtains in the house. I am so bad at these sort of things I inevitably buy the wrong, size, colour, shape, etc so she has been drafted in to help. She looks as though she has had a stressful day \u2013 she is not alone. So I offer her a glass of wine at 6pm she accepts. By the time lucky Dave comes back at 8 there are a couple of empties and we are on a roll. We end the evening lying on the couch watching I\u2019m A Celebrity Get me Out of Here whilst eating a tube of Revels I had bought in anticipation of Xmas and I break the news to her that Fran Cosgrove is not in fact the lead singer of Travis –<\/p>\n

Thursday<\/p>\n

Feeling a bit dry \u2013 must have been the revels \u2013 again locked in office trying not to lose sanity until off to Blue Bar for a meeting .Grab Louis and his pal and head up to Princes Street Gardens to see the lights being switched on and feel very Christmassy with the ice rink, the mulled wine and the sparkly funfair. Drop Louis home and head up\u00a0\u00a0 to the Point Hotel for a Christmas preview of the Ah Choo Shoes and Accessories. Anne is standing there looking great but, like me, feeling horrific and thanking the lord for make-up. There are so many people there I slip away for a hot bath and a lie down.<\/p>\n

Friday<\/p>\n

Off to stay at The Lodge on Loch\u00a0 Lomond for the week with my pal Tracy. The sun is shining as we get to our room which is right on the lochside.It\u00a0 is a very romantic spot with lots of loving couples –\u00a0 and Tracy and I! The food is fabulous \u2013 we eat 3 courses and with waistbands groaning head off to watch I\u2019m A Caleb. We bemoan being so sad and pathetic that we must watch it but watch it we do! Natalie Appleton \u2013 aaaaarghg!! Why did she go in? Did she think\u00a0 it was a 5star hotel ? She has refused to do anything at all since she got there and far from being the rock chick we thought she was she is officially the woos of the year.<\/p>\n

Saturday<\/p>\n

Horrible wet misty day. Tracy neglected to mention she snores like a horse \u2013 do horses snore? \u2013 so the first stop is get in the car and find some ear plugs for the lobes of love. Once they are safely tucked into my bag we head back to the hotel spa, Heavenly on Loch Lomond\u00a0 where we spend 2 hours being pampered. We have hot stone therapy, aromatherapy, a facial and I get a fake tan on my face. It takes hours to settle so I am instructed to buff my face with an old sock to bring the colour down to normal. It works!<\/p>\n

At 1pm the spa is officially opened\u00a0 and we have a glass of champagne and strawberries dipped in chocolate. Morag\u00a0 who runs it is a great lass and we all raise our glasses to her success. I insert my earplugs at 11pm and get set for a good nights kip! Night night.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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