27 July, 2009

A bit of a fuzzy head...

Wow, quite a weekend we've just had, probably a few pictures to come, but Saturday was Kipperfrog's wedding, which (apart from one very brief shower) was conducted in blazing sunshine (incredible considering how much rain we have had just lately)...the ceremony was extremely reminiscent of our wedding (last year) for a number of personal reasons, which made it a deeply emotional experience for both of us...but actually, the really amazing thing was the incredible amount of energy that Flyingpops suddenly managed to conjure out of nowhere, to see her running around making sure the wedding dress didn't drag on the floor, and later dancing was *not* the usual picture one has in one's mind of a typical pregnant woman 8 months gone! Still, I think she's paying for it, lots of aches and pains and a bit of a headache today...

Sunday (after popping to the supermarket for essentials) was the first of the NCT Dad's get-togethers, getting off to a slightly confused start when the pub we were supposed to be meeting at (the White Lion in Redhill) turned out to be closed when I arrived there (a handwritten sign stuck to the window, and glasses of beer left half-drunk on the bar making me picture a family emergency or something like that)...we popped back home (Flyingpops was kindly giving me a lift) and called Richard (who had got us all organised) to see if there had been a last minute change of plan, who said we should just meet at his house (as it was conveniently just down the road from the pub)...by the time we had driven back up there the landlord had evidently decided to open back up again, so no harm done, as no-one else had managed to arrive in the interim...

Anyway, I think I can confidently say that a great time was had by all, it's a bit hard to really get to know anyone when you are sat learning about messy gynaecological procedures, and this provided a chance to find out a bit about what we actually do, share a few of our experiences and drink large amounts of beer (all of which everyone embraced with equal amounts of enthusiasm)...when I got home I decided to put my chicken on to cook (for cold cuts during the week), managed the first basting and then at some stage (which I can't recall) I managed to turn the oven off, meaning when Flyingpops went to get it out (I was, by the point, snoozing on the sofa) it wasn't cooked properly...when she rang her mum, she told her to put it in the bin...so apart from a fuzzy head, today I'm not going to have much lunch to eat either...wouldn't have missed it for the world though... ;)

...(and thanks Flyingpops for putting up with me)... ;)

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

flyingpops mum said check if chicken was cooked but flyingpops does not touch meat and the oven was cold..reheating a half cooked chicken not a good idear, we saved you from getting a bad tummy ontop of a fuzzy head x

¨°º©[ Fink ]©º°¨ said...

Definitely, I'm just annoyed with myself... ;)

Kev Brown said...

Glad you guys had a nice weekend, I spent the weekend in Whitby!

Flyingpops said...

LOL! All dad's need one last blow out... now with 6 weeks to go, beer drinking has to stop so you can drive to the hospital if needed... OH and finish all the DIY in the house first!

This weekend was fantastic, next weekend, final baby prep, then 4 weeks of relaxing (hopefully) and being a couple before MJ arrives.

Flyingpops said...

OH and I bought another chicken today, so you can cook it tonight! The mum's in the group spent today learning how to change a nappy, wash the baby and laugh at drunk husbands!