It’s been a funny weekend. For a start, it’s been just #2 and me as #1 went to stay with his friend in Tipperary (and we all know it’s a long way to Tipperary). Oh and there’s been Bertie, obviously. So on Saturday we did, well, nothing really. We had a little pootle round the town (guitar shopping doesn’t really float my boat but I tried to look vaguely interested) and purchased a couple of different flavours of Green & Black’s (now chocolate shopping definitely floats my boat).

Sunday rained all day (’oh, I’m sitting in my Uncle’s garden with a beer in the sunshine’ said Hubby when he rang. Grrrrr). In fact, it rained so hard that even Bertie turned his nose up at a walk and had to be dragged, protesting in his lovely sheepskin-lined coat (hand-me-down from Louis) then stomped soggily along behind me instead of his normal arm-wrenching wuffling and snuffling in the now knee-high wheat. Lunchtime we made a huge spaghetti carbonara (interestingly my spell-checker suggests ‘coronary’ for this word) and then tried out a couple of different G&B flavours. I went for the Maya Gold (my personal favourite - oh, although I like the Cherry one, oh mind you the Butterscotch is nice too) while #2 plumped for the plain 70% stuff, swirling it round in his mouth before declaring sagely that he preferred Cadbury’s really.

Bertie keeps popping in to #1’s room to check if he’s magically appeared and also confirmed one of my suspicions about greyhounds (they’re all obsessed with underwear) when #2 stopped him trotting off down the hallway with a pair of my knickers that he’d furtively stolen out of the laundry basket.

Lastly, seeing as we’re both rockers (me a closet one), in the evening we got comfy in front of Hubby’s unfeasibly large TV and indulged ourselves in a little MTV. First we watched Good Charlotte in concert, then My Chemical Romance (ooh, that lead singer - lovely teeth), then onto a bit of Linkin Park and finally Fall Out Boy. Then #2 treated me to a very loud electric guitar concert, which, I have to say, was incredibly good. All very un-yummy-mummy but good fun all the same. Sometimes it’s tough to find stuff that a 9 year old boy will enjoy as much as you, but this time we cracked it. It’s a bank holiday here today so sadly for him it’s my turn to choose activities and we’re off shopping. Bet he’ll be less enamoured with that.

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