Here we are again, at the end of another week. Is it just me or is time flying by? It’s almost February for crying out loud!
Once again this week has consisted of working the day jobs. In the same routine as always, couple that with dark afternoons and the god awful English weather, it’s been a tad mundane.
Anyway, let’s not dwell on that and get started on this weeks edition of the ‘Stories Of A Dad Weekly’.
At the tail end of last weekend, and beginning of this week we finally got some adventures booked up for this year. Last week I told you Wales was on the cards. Well, Wales is no longer on the cards. Mainly due to the fact, all slots were booked up where we wanted to be, and when we wanted to be there. So ‘plan B’ was thrown into action like a scene out of mission impossible. Erm, more realistically, I just opened a new window on my web browser. We are heading to the north west! A place called Morecambe to be precise. The reason we chose this exotic resort came by way of compromise. Chelsea wanted to go to Blackpool, the Vegas of north west England. I however wanted the Lake District, (self explanatory). Morecambe happens to be slap bang in the middle of both. See, compromise. This marriage stuff is easy! I am rather excited now we have something to look forward to.
Also, we have another trip planned. A farm, in the middle of nowhere near the midlands. We are heading up for a spot of wild camping. No electric, no heating, just us and the stars, and around 40 other people. It’s for a birthday weekend of Chelsea’s cousin’s husband. I’m not sure what you call that? Cousin in law perhaps?
So that’s our immediate plans for adventure this year, I’m positive there will be a lot more that pop up throughout the year.
We also headed to Chelsea’s dad’s house in search of mice. He had sent up the bat signal and we responded, he had evidence of some rodents lodging somewhere in his residence. Bread had been nibbled, along with other food stuffs in the cupboards. The little critters also ate some candles! Traps set, and a bit of observation from a far led to nothing and we soon found an armchair to sit in and watch some football on the tele. So that was an unsuccessful mouse hunt, much to mine and Bobby’s disappointment.
This week also brought about ‘Slipper gate!’ Yes, you heard that right. Someone in this house has took it upon them selves to use a pair of my brand spanking new, memory foam slippers that I’d received for Christmas.
The key points I present here are; Brand new, MEMORY foam, & mine!
It has since transpired that the slipper thief, the damn right charlatan was, and is in fact my wife! She took them, abused the ‘what’s mine is yours’ vow we made on our wedding day and has since worn them so much that my once brand new slippers are now remembering her feet and not mine on the soft memory foam sole!
The reason I haven’t worn them yet, is because I received two pairs for Christmas. As did my opportunistic wife, I might add. I am currently wearing pair 1, she however is rotating between my second pair and both of her pairs. Slipper gate is in full swing an doesn’t show signs of letting up! Any advice would be much appreciated.
So you see, even with dark and dingy weather outside you can still have a some what eventful week.
I am hoping to have a new podcast episode for you next week. I am in the process of trying to convince Chelsea she won’t sound like a donut if she joins me on it. I’m not having a great deal of success though!
I think that’s all for this week anyway. I hope you all have a great week and I’ll see you again next Sunday.
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