February has come around so fast. And I think this has been the best January I’ve had in absolute years. I barely even moaned, maybe thats a lie. But it doesn’t feel like I spent the month in complaint so thats obviously a massive bonus.
Sunday was a brilliant day, we almost all missed church and then there was a suspicious looking puddle of water growing under our chairs that we couldn’t clean up til after the service and i got locked in the kid’s play room on a desperate search for paper towels or anything that could mop up the disaster. I would have used a kid by that point.
After that ordeal, we embarked on canary wharf for lunch and ended up on a table of six whilst all the more mature among us sat at a much bigger table making much bigger conversation. I did attempt a discussion on politics but it simply consisted of ‘who’s your fave prime minister ever?’ healthy debate. Instead however, that conversation congealed and we discussed whether I should indeed drink my pepsi that I accidently dropped a bit of lasagne in. I did, by the way. But not all of it.
Then the older ones left us and we decided to walk home because the weather was glorious and also we’re running out of money. We sat in the park for about half an hour oggling the sun that lit up everything and reminded us of summer and re-acquainted us with the outdoors. Phil had tickets for comedy rocks, a show presented by Jason Manford and when we got there we managed, by some bizarre coincidence to get right to the front and jamaraiqui (?) can’t spell that, were there and that Rumor lady and Al Murray and lots of other comedians and we’re almost definitely on television. Which is fame to the max. Rach and Phil had to wear ‘beanie beards’ and phil put his on upside down, I’m hoping the fact that it’s televised makes him look extra silly.
We then finally came home to realise we’d spent about thirteen hours straight with eachother and we were hungry so we made pancakes and went to bed at two.
