Zombie: not just a Cranberries song, it's a lifestyle choice …
Had a lovely, if brief, night out at a friend's 40th last night. Alas, I went to spin class first, then rode my pub bike home for a shower, dress and out, while Mr B played computer games all afternoon. Which meant that I was actually buggered and starving by the time we got there, while he had a stiff back. Since the event involved a lot of alcohol and high heels (for me, not him), I confess I was happy to be a splitter after an hour or so.
And then, idiotically, I did not go to bed, but stayed up to get some work done, which meant that I slept in and was late getting up the mountains (the children I was visiting were incredulous that someone could sleep in until nearly lunch: 'But won't she be hungry if she misses breakfast?') It's two hours each way on the train, so this was a bit of a bother and meant I came home late. There are unwritten rules for the mountain trains: not just the quiet carriage, each has its own flavour, which is not apparent to outsiders until too late in most cases. On the way up I was in the family carriage, but most of the kids were fine, so I didn't change. On the way back I was in the alarming bogan carriage and listened to a lovely young couple shouting down the phone at an acquaintance who had apparently grassed up Mr Bogan and landed him in jail (I have the details for any interested parties. Jessica is apparently a big moll liar.)
They were so very loud I couldn't read, so I picked up my bags and walked out past them to go to the next carriage. 'Oh, sorry, were we disturbing you?' Mrs Bogan asked.
'A bit,' I replied, 'but more importantly, I think you're upsetting your baby with all the yelling.'
To do her credit, she looked down at the alarmed-looking baby and both recognised that it was alarmed-looking and immediately told her boy to shut up before hushing the infant.
I ended up in the tourist carriage and listened to a nice English boy explain to his Japanese-sounding friend how to make an omelet. AND my bloody arm is still sore. Physio on Tuesday! Don't break your whole body, kids! It will bit you in the bum in later years!
Anyway, I am calling it an early night, but to continue my good run of the last few days, HAPPY BIRTHDAY![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
themadpoker! I hope that everyone gave you great books or DVDs to add to your epic tally and that your studies are smoothly progressing!
And then, idiotically, I did not go to bed, but stayed up to get some work done, which meant that I slept in and was late getting up the mountains (the children I was visiting were incredulous that someone could sleep in until nearly lunch: 'But won't she be hungry if she misses breakfast?') It's two hours each way on the train, so this was a bit of a bother and meant I came home late. There are unwritten rules for the mountain trains: not just the quiet carriage, each has its own flavour, which is not apparent to outsiders until too late in most cases. On the way up I was in the family carriage, but most of the kids were fine, so I didn't change. On the way back I was in the alarming bogan carriage and listened to a lovely young couple shouting down the phone at an acquaintance who had apparently grassed up Mr Bogan and landed him in jail (I have the details for any interested parties. Jessica is apparently a big moll liar.)
They were so very loud I couldn't read, so I picked up my bags and walked out past them to go to the next carriage. 'Oh, sorry, were we disturbing you?' Mrs Bogan asked.
'A bit,' I replied, 'but more importantly, I think you're upsetting your baby with all the yelling.'
To do her credit, she looked down at the alarmed-looking baby and both recognised that it was alarmed-looking and immediately told her boy to shut up before hushing the infant.
I ended up in the tourist carriage and listened to a nice English boy explain to his Japanese-sounding friend how to make an omelet. AND my bloody arm is still sore. Physio on Tuesday! Don't break your whole body, kids! It will bit you in the bum in later years!
Anyway, I am calling it an early night, but to continue my good run of the last few days, HAPPY BIRTHDAY
themadpoker! I hope that everyone gave you great books or DVDs to add to your epic tally and that your studies are smoothly progressing!