Unbelievably it's a week since my last blog so sorry about that, I do know that avid followers are keen to see my latest escapades - like the old school Batman - same Dan place, same Dan time. It's not like I am particularly exciting really, I am more the self styled superhero 'The Incredible Sociable Hermit Man', yearning for a quiet life which doesn't actually happen!
The house has been under some major redecoration and plastering so it has meant a week or two caked in dust and plaster, while all of the contents of the rooms in the house are piled into just two. It has meant a good sort through and a massive clear out, which is very therapeutic, or so they say.
The week picks up on Friday, the lads are downstairs plastering and hoping to get enough done to be finished on the Saturday. Great! Only, as you would expect, it's not that straightforward. Having left them with the key, I thought I will go home at 5 to a calm house, almost plastered. OK, everything will be under sheets except for the one dining room chair we have left in the living room (mainly to stand on for lights etc) which Nat and I will play musical chairs around for the privilege to actually sit on it. In reality though, I left work an hour early because my front door had finally breathed it's last and wouldn't lock due to a broken cylinder (or some technical term), although mam and dad had went to sit in to let the plasterer actually go home. It was during this time that the 'bloody cat', which had been in and out all week, must have ran upstairs and perked itself on my bed. I must point out that this isn't my cat. I hate cats. If I wanted a cat in my house, I would get one, I DON'T WANT OTHER PEOPLES CATS IN MY HOUSE! So, you see my feelings about cats. Anyway, as mam was looking around the rooms upstairs at the plastering she had to do a double take as there was this 'thing' perched on the bed. Turns out it was the 'bloody cat' (some words are replaced for family viewing). Not knowing who was the most shocked, a Tom & Jerry style chase ensued and there was only going to be one winner - safe to say the cat was put out! The door was, yet another technical term for you, knackered. Almost in true zombie film style we barricaded ourselves in the house that night with a combination of an amplifier, masking tape, and sweeping brush to keep us safe. It worked, we survived the night with a front door that wouldn't lock.
That leads us straight into Saturday, an early rise, Uncle Mark came to fix the front door, which he did, and the lads came to finish the plastering, or so they thought.....after 4 hours of chiselling away at the artexed ceiling they conceded defeat, back again on Monday to finish off. After tucking into a Gibbons sarnie and putting my bets on we were ready for the Pools match. With a new manager in place and a good home crowd to cheer them on, surely this was the day that fortunes changed. After a good first half we went into the break at 0-0, carry on like this and we were in danger of getting a point! It's an old football cliche but talk about a game of two halves - we went from 0-0 to 5-0 down in 45 mins, not the best start for the 'Hughes Blues'. Nevermind, they are at home again tonight and surely it can't be a repeat of Saturday's fiasco! That remains to be seen...
I decided to walk on Sunday, and had rallied the troops for a venture up Roseberry Topping, it was extremely muddy and always going to be a challenge, especially as we somehow got lost! Amy turned out in leopard print wellies, enough said.
Car park was busy and the ticket machine was out of order so that saved 2 and a half quid.
It was pretty tough on the way up - at one point we didn't have a clue where we were and thought someone had moved the top, it was still there though, and we found it eventually. As we sat for a rest at the top ready to open our picnics we realised that nobody had actually brought one. Luckily I had two packets of Space Raiders in my backpack from God knows when!
Coming back down on the front side was much different to going up. It was probably the most fun anybody has had on Roseberry Topping. Everybody slipped over, a number of times, except for Amy, and her leopard print wellies! That is probably why she laughed the loudest, hardest and longest! Both myself and Paul suffered the embarrassment of full body falls, but the perfect 10's for the day went to dad, first of all for the move which is now known as the 'sausage roll' as he nearly wiped Paul out, followed by the slip which ended up with a face full of heather. Classic moves. All in all, a good trip out! There was even some odd shaped corn circles made like the one below. I blame saucy aliens!
After getting showered and dressed again we made our way to Janet's house - she was laying on a surprise leaving party for Chris, he was going away to work for a period of time in, erm, now where was it, I'm sure he did say - let me just ring him.......Angola! That's it! I knew I had heard it somewhere before.
We all gathered at Chris' house and had a great party, shame Jan had not made one of her legendary pies. Ruby introduced everyone to Duck, Duck, Goose (i think), and Joe and Isaac turned up with "We'll miss you Uncle Chris t-shirts" on. A good few hours up there and we all went to the club on the night. A very good day - with very good people, and I managed to not think about the upcoming and unavoidable house painting at all!
It was probably the fastest weekend I could ever remember and Monday soon came round. After the formality of work, and letting the plasterers in one last time, it was soon 5 o'clock. My early evening was spent cleaning down walls and sanding any kind of door frame/skirting board I could see. That was, of course, until 8 o'clock and then it was quiz time. A man down but a woman up this week, and desperate to keep up our run of actually winning something we strained our brains as hard as we could. Eventually it paid off and we finished joint third, picking up a prize of £7.50 for the pot. Highlight answers for this week include Anita Dobson, Johannesburg, Danny La Rue and Nat's Manchester (despite thinking of the wrong show she still came up with the right answer!). One thing is for certain, we will never forget the group Pussy Riot after the conversation it caused last night. We beat right around the bush but never actually pulled the correct name out. All in all a very good weekend! More of the same next weekend please!
Oh and by the way it is 6 months tomorrow until the Coast to Coast starts!