A Diary in 53 Parts: part 4: Week 3

Where i went jogging and fended for myself for one night.

Sunday 15th January.

Following a brief 4 hour overtime shift where i buzzed away with my earphones in I went for my first jog of the year (first jog as a married man actually) and did so again with my earphones in. I have quite large earholes i think becuase i have to use the types of earphones which go over your ear to stay secure. What with that and my glasses its quite a busy couple of places that are the sides of my head on these occassions. I find that normal wee bud earphones just fall out and I am commonly found consumed with jealous rage when i see people walking around listening to their music or whatever and their wee lugs are in complete control. Worse still are those who do this and have the cable flapping around outside their clothes, even the over the lug ones i use have to have the cable secured within my clothes. Might have a wee think and see if i can come up with something that serves us speccy/huge earholed folks better that the dragons on dragons den might fancy investing in.

I am rambling, I went one of my favourite runs, a wee half hour job through Knockintiber and along the cycle path. Saw plenty of dogs and never doubled back once. Im getting brave. Natalie made lasagne for dinner which we ate with baked tattie and garlic bread. Bloody love lasagne.

Monday 16th.

Had lasagne again for dinner, this time with chips.

Tuesday 17th.

More lasagne tonight, though it was just a wee starter because there wasnt much left. I dont complain though because its a rare thing the old lasagne in our house. Went and watched the mighty Killie play Dundee in the cup replay at night and was delighted when they managed to pap them out in normal time. I dreaded the thought of extra time and penalties more for the time i would get in after walking up the road rather than the prospect of getting beat and not progressing through in the Scottish Cup. Must be getting old. Stomped up the road and resisted the urge to go into the petrol station for something to eat, when in the house i found out that the wedding video highlight reel type thing had been uploaded to the videographers youtube channel so that was nice, had a wee look at that. You never know, he might drum up some business using my big face as an advert. though more likely is the use of my gorgeous mrs.*

*she sits beside me watching Hollyoaks as i tap this out.

Wednesday 18th.

Natalie goes away tomorrow morning so this Wednesday I sat about and watched her pack her bag up. While watching i decide to temporarily replace wikipedia on my facebook page since its been shut down due to internet court casey things or something. While working on that i managed to solve such queries as “who has the bigger head, me or Jose Mourinho” and “why cant men multitask” and “why do men pee standing up” everyone left happy, it feels good to help.

Thursday 19th.

Natalie leaves for the airport at about half 5 and i dont really get back to sleep, lie in bed reading what American folk on the west coast are sayin as its still late at night at their end, same pish everyone talks really, I decided it was time to get my twitter account followership up and over the 150 hump too so posted a pathetic facebook begging note. I then got up for work.

This is my big day for fending for myself, Natalie is off to her sales seminar down south and I am left to my own devices, to make my dinner when I get in and all that crap. My big plan was to cut a swathe through my sky plus planner, maybe get into double figures on the % front. It all seemed so easy.

Mostly though the evening disappeared without much note, i watched a few things and dicked around on the laptop. wrote last weeks blog entry and left another pleas for twitter followers. Managed the 150 which was nice, thanks if anyone reading was in that number, a minor victory but a victory none the less. As the evening wore on it dawned on me that i would have to make my own pieces for work on Friday. Yes, i am aware that i am well kept and very lucky to have my lunch made for me but the mrs really is quite the piece maker. My effort wont match up sadly, plus i never really tried, it makes sense at the time not to put too much effort in becuase it saves time, however, when you are on your lunch break and you unwrap a roll and philadelphia cheese nothing is more depressing. Anyway, for dinner i had chickpea dhal out a tin with boil in the bag rice and i fell asleep on the couch so pretty much i lived like a king.

Friday 20th.

Natalie came back today but i was at work, I played 7 a sides after that which was decent. When i got in natalie filled me in on her day in England before falling asleep, probably becuase while i was making my shite pieces she was in a nightclub, not that i am jealous though. While she kipped i applied for some jobs online.

Saturday 21st.

A lie in today but not much of one. Babysitting in the morning before football in afternoon. We watched Alladin and played with My Little Pony, was great fun. Forgot to change my fantasy football team which is pretty annoying, need to not do shite in my work league, too much pride at stake. Football when i got there was absolutely fucking garbage, 3 nil versus Dunfermline was pathetic. Makes me nervous about the semi final upcoming next Saturday against the yahoos. Went for a few beers afterwards with Davie to the Kadikoi though which was nice however my coupon picking hasnt got any better from last week. Natalies mum and step dad came up for a indian take away at night and we watched African Nations football and Take Me Out, tried something new from the Indian, bit mild but spiced it up with the more adventurous in laws red hot sauce. Big diddys were in plentiful amounts on the telly and Take Me Out had lassies with big bosums too. Ha.

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