The Exiles

Rest day. I take the bus into work.

All day emails fly between L and I as we debate what to do this evening, as we are being exiled from our own home because Son has organised a get together with his mates. It was supposed to be whilst we were away last weekend but his organisational skills have never been the best.

We would usually have simply hid in the pub all evening but L's on an AF night because she has her swimathon tomorrow, so it’s not that easy. Daughter is exiled too. Thankfully she’s managed to coerce a friend into ogling Zac Efron with her. Thankfully because finding somewhere to go for four hours that will take Daughter and the dogs wouldn’t have been easy and the collies probably don’t much care for Zachary anyway. I shall call him Zachary, it makes him sound so much less 'cool'. L’s already been to see him, so the worry was that I might have had to accompany Daughter.

Daughter also gets herself a new sassy hairdo, either because we have guests tonight or simply for her usual weekend flirtations at Rock City. She sends a photo of the new look to L on her ‘heap of junk’ as she affectionately calls it, that’s her T-Mobile G-thing, it's called a G1 or a G-string, something like that. It’s quite an expensive ‘heap of junk’ actually. Regrettably I’m not allowed to blog the photo. It’s worth seeing, not for the hairdo, which is fine but for the scary look on Daughter’s face. It’s as if she wasn’t expecting someone (herself) to take a photo of her.

In the end we took the dogs on the usual long walk to Beeston with the plan of having a brief half in the Victoria before strolling back. We leave the house in the 'safe' hands of six teenage boys and a few bottles and cans, although it appears that a further 100 or so cans of Strongbow seem to have materialised. Could get interesting. Did you know Strongbow is 5.3% in cans but it's only 4.5% in pubs. No wonder we have a 'take out' drinking problem.

L didn’t like her brief half of 5% Magpie Porter, luckily for her swimathon I suppose, so she tipped it in to my brief pint which was nice because it made it not so brief. She was very good after that and stuck to Coke but I had a few more brief ones before we strolled back.

By the time we rolled in back home, the party of the century was over and they had all departed. So we only have Daughter's word for the debauchery she found when she got home and Daughter is occasionally prone to over embellish things. I'm sure a lot of xbox style shooting went on and obviously a fair bit of drinking, although we now have more Strongbox in the house than what we purchased in the first place. It could be around for years, unless Son can drink his way through it and he’s not usually a big drinker.

We did have to scrape the donner kebab and chips out of the recycling bin, much to the dogs delight. Recycled donner isn’t a service the council provides yet but I’m sure they’d be a market for it, from some of the dubious take-away premises around here, if they did.