How are we all on this bank holiday early evening, hope you are reading this after spending the day down the boozer and having a lovely pub lunch or maybe it was a liquid lunch, either way I hope you enjoyed it. Then again you maybe still down the pub and reading this through mobile internet, yes you may well be one of those who constantly updates us all on facebook using the mobile. Hank is walking the dog, Jane is watching a film, John is sitting on the toilet and has a really bad case of the shits. I bet people do check out their WAP on the bog??? You get what im getting at, we dont need to know everything everyone does throughout the day. Look at me being the hypocrite writing a blog about what was going on today and telling everyone to read it on facebook, I dont know some people.
So yesterday was spent going over to the in laws for Sunday lunch which was lovely, everyone had duck except me, I had some spicy noodles with Salmon. I know alot of people like duck but me myself when they are doing their cute little quack and walk I find it hard to think about eating them. Funny as I dont have the same ethics when it comes to chickens, but there you go.
Today it was my Mum and Dads turn, the lucky beggars, my wife Sara stayed here as she was doing some stuff with her Mum, so it was left to me to entertain them, or should I say them entertain me. My sister Cindy was meant to be there with her two kids Little John, (because his dad is called John aswell) and Paige, was she hell they had only buggered off to another part of Norfolk so in a way a little bit of a wasted trip, even though it's always great to see my Ma and Pa and also my dog Sammy, or Sammy dog if you prefer.
I purposely didn't have any breakfast as I knew my Mum would offer, and I was right and had a fry up, ummmmm. Every time I go up I always get all the updates, who has died, who's going to die, who's sick or who just had a slight sniffle last week. I know it's sad and all but I never know any of the people. My mum always gives me updates on the bingo wins up at the services club, apparentley she was waiting for 5 minutes for 1 number for £90 on Saturday but according to her, in her exact words "oooh the bastard didn't call my number, and one of the caravan people who you dont see from one week to the next one the money, it's a fix I tell ya".
Yes heaven help the person who dont call my mums bingo numbers.
You instanly love my Mum when you meet her as I'm sure when people will testify to, If they dont I'm sure my Mum would hire a hitman.
So a nice relaxed bank holiday then, I'm off the chocolate now and going to train my arse off, I recently applied to a gameshow called total wipeout, and If you have seen It you will realise the program is hilarious, so I think I need to work my arse of because, well I like to show off.
Right all, time to go and watch some depression in soapland.
Take care mo foe's
Your number one fan ..........Matt 'big guns' Casson
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