The wardrobe was somewhat substantial as I have something of a 'thing' about shoes. Not hugely expensive high heels like a lot of the world of women, quirky ones, with patterns, or glittery or strange colours.
As a result they are often quite cheap - they tend to be the ones during the sales that nobody else would go near - so there they sit right at the end of the sale of the sale of the sale. That's when they sing to me and I have to purchase them.
Those that know me will find this strange. I have got literally no interest in clothes whatsoever. I am very much 'pair of trousers and baggy top' kinda girl (although I do love an ankle length skirt as well).
My reasoning is basically that I can't see what I'm wearing when I'm wearing it - so who cares what it looks like. HOWEVER, I can see my feet - and thus these must look FABULOUS.
Anyway, as a result of this - the shoe wardrobe falling forward was a very big thing. It was about 6 foot tall. Thank goodness it missed the dog or it would have been a pancake.
Needless to say I shrieked a very rude word beginning with the word 'F'. The person on the call just said to me calmly - shall I call you back in 10 minutes! Taking this kind offer I then called husband and we managed to manoeuvre the wardrobe onto the bed. Where it stayed until I had time (more later).
On Friday it was my 'not a' goddaughters wedding. She is my 'not a' goddaughter essentially because her mother didn't ask me to be a godmother! However, I shared an office with her mum when she was a bump and she was the first baby to be born to any of my friends. As a result she's been a big part of my life since she was born. I was very flattered to be invited along with husband and son.
The wedding was on Friday. I got up at stupid o'clock to get things ready. Packed the dog (who was staying at a friend) and packed an overnight bag for son and I. Then started to get clothes ready for son and I for the big day. Time was tight and I was at that point where you run things through your head to make sure nothing forgotten when all the demands came in from the family. 'Do you know where x is?', 'What time are we leaving?' etc. etc. Every time I tried to get a thought straight in my head a question was asked.
Then son said, I can't get more data on my phone it says there's no money. So on top of everything else I had to run around the house finding purse, turning on laptop to top up account etc. etc.
So obviously I ended up shrieking at everybody to just shutup and leave me alone. Cue 2 very hurt faces with 'what did I do expressions'. 'I only asked'.
Honestly, I'd love them to live in my world when I'm trying to get the family out of the house on a timescale.
Aaaanyway, we set off, first to drop off dog and then to go to the hotel we were staying the night in. Arrived at hotel around 12.00 - just enough time to spruce ourselves up - get settled and get to the wedding. Only to discover that check in was at 3.00pm! (3.00pm ffs).
Fortunately woman on reception was amazing and managed to find us a room that was ready to go - so no disaster there.
We arrived at the wedding venue - really lovely oast house hotel with barns just outside Farnham. Suddenly the sun came out (which was good news because I could put on sunglasses to hide my black eye! - yup - still have dog related black eye.
Not a goddaughters husband to be was circulating and came over to say hello (which was nice). He seemed a really lovely chap so that made me feel very happy.
When bride walked into the wedding room I suddenly welled up and tears came down my face. Had to pat them off carefully because had 3 inches of cover up over black eye. I suddenly realised that this was the first wedding I'd been to that wasn't a friend or family. This was somebodies baby walking down the aisle. I saw her as this little 5 year old screaming at ants in the garden (long story). And as a result I was that strange individual at the wedding that was crying - though to be fair her father was crying too.
The whole wedding was really lovely, very relaxed, lovely flowers, lovely people. I was relieved to continue my legacy of being shoved on the table right in the back in the corner! Seems this is my destiny at weddings, you know - the table with the weirdo's that you're not quite sure how they'll behave. Suits me - means I don't have to behave and the people tend to be lots of fun.
It was great to catch up with my friend and her lovely family - I mean they are genuinely a lovely family. Her 2 sons both took time to chat to me - despite the fact I was some raddled old hag they barely knew. Bride took time out to have a chat too.
In the end we snuck out at about 9.00pm. We'd been there since 2.00pm - we didn't know anybody apart from the family who were busy circulating (as they should) and husband and I are far too socially inept to actually engage and talk to people we didn't know. We'd exhausted that bit of ourselves at the wedding breakfast.
As I was designated driver when we got back to hotel I got a glass of wine and we all settled down. I think we were all asleep by about 10.30pm. Which is quite impressive.
Woke up next morning and had a lovely breakfast (not cooked by me). Then headed back to coast to pick up dog and go home.
Once home the shoe wardrobe loomed (well technically it didn't because it was in bits on the bed - but basically it needed sorting). The spare room is my spare room (obvs), it's also my dressing room - because pre-COVID I left the house for work before rest of family were awake - and it seems too complicated to swap over wardrobes now. It's now also my study.
So I can't just shut the door and pretend chaos doesn't exist. Thus I spent most of Saturday once we got home sorting out the room. I must say it looks better than it has done for ages. I've given up on shoe wardrobes and Amazon are going to deliver some big storage bags today. Hopefully I can just shove shoes in those and it will work out - time will tell.
Sunday was cold but sunny. And for the first time in forever we didn't have anything planned. So we ignored all the chores that had been waiting for a free weekend day when it was sunny and went on a family walk to a friend's cafe just along the cliff top.
Yesterday was the local marathon, by the time we hit the runners there were just a few stragglers left. So rather than going along the road (in which case we'd have probably had to jog) we went cross country - over a hill husband has been desperate to do for years, but always foiled because I 'don't do hills'. I have to say it was actually quite a pleasant walk (but don't tell husband).
I ordered our food and we sat down. Husband wanted all day breakfast, I decided to go for a burger (diet starts tomorrow and I'm back off carbs) and son wanted bacon burger. Food turned up for husband and son, but nothing for me. I went in to see what had happened and they hadn't taken the order for my burger.
I hate to suggest that this was because the person taking the order had an earpiece in and was listening to music (I wasn't impressed). So they took my order and then I had to sit and watch husband and son eat their food whilst I waited and waited and waited.
Might mention this to friend - I don't think they actually work at their cafe at weekends. Might not though - It may well cause problems with the friendship and I actually really like them. So maybe I'll just get over myself. Weather was lovely though and we sat outside and because of the marathon all the roads were shut to cars - so it was actually much nicer than it would do normally (far too many cars around the seafront where I live).
Anyway, that's it really - the story of last week. Chaos, shitty sticks, accidents and weddings - all topped off with a very fattening cafe meal - that came with its very own bit of chaos.
Loads to do at work this week - I have a new team member starting next week that will need time spent on them to bring them up to speed. So I somehow need to ram in about 3 weeks work into one week.
Watch this space!
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