I've just had a few very exhausting days off work!
It's husband's birthday week, so some of it was because of that and some of it was because of the infamous attic.
On Saturday the routine started as normal (ish). I normally get out of the house early on a Saturday so I miss the humans when I head down to the butchers. Sadly on Saturday I woke up late - around 09:00. I got ready as quickly as possible, but by the time I hit the high street it was about 10:30 - this was because I needed to go to the post office first.
Now where I live used to be really quiet, but for some reason since lockdown it's become a tourist hub. Very strange to be going around your daily life with families in waterproofs walking along licking ice creams.
It's not so much that I can't tolerate the tourists it's the fact that they walk aimlessly and just stop gazing at things in the middle of the pavement. Because I had had to go to Post Office, which is in opposite direction of butchers I'd unusually taken the car and left the dog at home. This meant I, not only had to navigate tourists on foot, but also navigate tourists in cars.
By the time I was about 3 feet from the butchers I was at breaking point. Then a family of 4 just blocked the entire pavement. In exasperation I shouted at them to move. Now I suspect the trip advisor reports will say - lovely area, but the locals are not very friendly. Well fair enough - if all the tourists go away I'm happy to be the local mad shouty woman.
Once home I dropped the meat and took dog out for a walk. Then I spent rest of day preparing a party for husband. Which we duly had with friends in the evening.
I woke up on Sunday and it was time to roll up my sleeves and start work on the attic. The quote for a skip was £400 and I just couldn't tolerate that. So I went up there with 2 rolls of bin bags and got stuck in. By 15:00 on Sunday I'd filled approximately 20 bags with rubbish and carted that along with various old carpets to the local dump.
The first run was mid morning and I had the frustration that when I arrived they were changing the skips over. So I ended up sitting in a queue for 25 minutes before I could even get in. Imagine my frustration when I headed back again at 15:00 only to be in exactly the same situation.
Monday I woke up and started really early on the attic, determined to get it finished. I thought if I started at 07:00 it couldn't possibly take me more than 4 hours to finish. In the end I finished the activity at 14:00. Exhausted. That time did include another 2 runs to the dump and once again on both occasions I had to queue for 25 minutes. Beyond frustrating. However, the exhilaration on finishing was huge. Not just getting the job I've been talking about for so long finished, but also knowing I'd saved us £400. Hooray for me.
Tuesday morning was husbands actual birthday. We both had the day off. I woke up at normal time, to get son safely off to school and husband slept in. He woke up and I cooked him a slap up breakfast, then as the sun was shining (it ALWAYS shines on his birthday - like magic), we went for a walk along the seafront. About 5 miles in total, though it didn't feel it because we stopped off for a coffee midway. Really nice actually, just chatting.
Had a funny moment on the way home. I'd been on WhatsApp on Sunday night letting the mums from one of sons after school clubs know that son wouldn't be at club because it was husbands birthday. On the way back home one of the mums drove past and called out to husband 'Happy Birthday' then drove off. Husband was utterly bemused about how she would know and panicked that I'd put a sign on his back or something. He was lest panicked when I told him the mundane truth.
Once home I was shattered and made the mistake of having a brief nap. In the end it was 1.5 hours. Though I did wake up feeling refreshed for our evening.
Once son was home from school we went into town where I'd booked a surprise table for husband. He didn't know where we were eating. Now I've never eaten at the place I'd booked before, but had heard it was a great experience. So we wandered to the restaurant - The WitchEz. It was absolutely fabulous. Basically like eating in a Harry Potter film set. Loads and Loads of fun. The food was great as well. Not fine dining, but basically loads of different foods from all over the world.
We had starters and mains and when the bill arrived I was blown away - basically the cheapest meal we'd been out for for ages.
For some reason the restaurant is adults only. We wanted to take son and I thought he could pass for 17, though not 18 so that was our planned story. We almost got away with it - it wasn't until the end of the meal they asked his age - too late by then. They did say that for future it was over 18's only. I really can't work out why, but I think husband and I will need to go alone next time. Though at least son got the chance to go once.
Restaurants in Brighton don't tend to last long - too much competition - I imagine by the time he's 18 it will not be there any more - which is a shame. But then I suspect there's only so many times a themed restaurant is fun.
Once home, son went to bed ready for school and husband and I watched the Ghost series, which we've come to very late. About 09:45 I was shattered and went to bed. Only to lie awake until 01:00. Alarm went of at 05:00 to get ready and get son to school.
As a result 4 days off work and I'm absolutely shattered. Anyway, work starts in a minute so gottago.
#FML.
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