Hiya!
Week done I was certainly glad to be out of the office and ready for a night of partying. It had certainly been one of those weeks, you know the ones, they seemed to drag on forever and never ending stream of customers that have multiple first world problems that you are the sole and only the proprietor of. It felt as though at one point that the week would never end. Thank fuck Friday came round quick enough.
One of the girls at work was become pregnant, and being due in a few weeks Friday was her last day at work. So we did what any normal company would do and other than throwing her a lovely baby shower, decided to have a nice meal out together to celebrate her leaving. In some circumstances this may have been at the end of the night out maybe even finishing off with some cocktails or at a nice bar around the corner from the restaurant, however, this was not the case. Now by no stretch is the company that I work for anything in comparison to what a night out on the tiles was where Mr Warehouse and I met was, but this weekend certainly showed me exactly how crazy and mad it can all get when we've all had a few drinks.
Finishing a lovely meal at one of the local restaurants to the town centre, I barely have enough time to swallow the last glass of wine let alone the rest of the bottle that I had left before I was being ushered out of the restaurant ready to hit the town. Enough with the fanciful natures of having a nice dinner between work colleagues it was now time to get shit faced. I shall not go into the details of what happened on Friday night however I think that it is safe to say that we all had a thoroughly good time.
Waking Saturday morning was difficult and I did in all honesty consider just staying up and waiting to get ready to go to Miss Tweedle-Dee's in order to share the journey down to visit Miss Tweedle-Dumb one last time in her Basingstoke flat. I was certainly feeling fragile by the time I woke up at 8am Saturday morning. I suppose on a plus side I had not been sick so I was a winner already however I didn't come home with my Tolkien subway as normal, only to be found hours later by an angry Mr Warehouse waking me from my slumber with explaining why I was on the toilet and cradling a six-inch half-eaten sandwich.
Rushing around to get my bag packed, the dog walked and grab a coffee to sober up I headed out to the car and race to Miss Tweedle-Dee's house by 10am. It what certainly cutting it fine however I did get there just as the clock struck ten. Parking up I prayed to the gods that my friend needed to get some petrol and I could jump out the park to get some car snacks. I was hungry as soon as I woke up although with the copious amounts of alcohol I drank the night before, I wanted to make sure that it was definitely hunger and not just a jelly-belly. The 40-minute journey to my left definitely reassured myself that in actual fact I was just in need of food.
Filling up in more ways than one we were on our way to see our bestie whom I had heard suffered an even worse night than me. Chattering all the way down to Berkshire we had endured the M25 traffic, and now, with less than 10 minutes left in our journey we decided to pull into Fleet Services as we normally do in order to get a Starbucks. Two chocolate-chip cream Frappe's and a coffee caramel Frappuccino later we were on the road again and next stop Miss Tweedle-Dumb.
Parking the car we grabbed what we needed and headed inside. I was carrying Miss Tweedle-Dee's sandwich, my handbag and my coffee caramel Frappuccino when I approached the infamous steps of doom. Uneven and probably the shortest one being at least a foot high I was cautious in my approach. I thought o myself as I took my first tentative steps towards the stone stairs "I have managed this in the dead of winter, cold and wet and icy. I though I would have fallen either up or down them alread... " OH FUCK!
Loosing my step in beloved buckled oxblood ankle boots, I stumbled and thinking that I had found my footing I must have counteracted it, doing so had caused me to stumble even further. Shouting out to my friend letting her know that I had screwed up, Miss Tweedle-Dee turned around at just the right moment in order to see me fly into the air. Knowing in my head but there is nothing I could do to salvage myself or indeed anything I was carrying, I took off from the first of four very steep and Stone steps. Crash landing and skidding to a stop, I heard the awful sound of my cherished ice cold coffee caramel Frappuccino hitting the floor, splashing for at least a meter in front of me.
Although in most circumstances I would have made a full recovery and be back on my feet in seconds, even before someone had asked if I was OK this was not the case. With it all happening so quickly I had not a moment to think or indeed plan my comeback. As such I also had no time, or indeed spare hands to grab onto anything and as such had gone flying. You would have thought that the normal response would be drop everything and check that your best friend is OK and that they haven't broken anything or badly injured themselves. But as the pain set in, I realised that this was not the case and whilst the Two aforementioned chocolate-chip cream Frappe's had been neatly placed on the floor beside myself, it was not to check that I was still alive. Oh no, it was for my friend to reach into her bag and pull out her camera, capturing the embarrassing moment for all to see, forcing me to stay put until the picture has been captured.
Not that of course the neighbours couldn't see that is. As with many parts of the country including my hometown of Houghton Regis, this area of Basingstoke was a council estate. As search the double-storey buildings that overlooked the path leading to Miss Tweedle-Dumb's house. Not being able to see due to the fact that my sunglasses had become entangled in my hair and in front of my face, I could just feel the curtains twitching as people came to see what was happening outside. With a loud thud, the sploshing drink hitting the floor and unrelenting and never-ending fits laughter, I would have come to the window too in order to see what all the commotion was all about, only to realise that it is some silly fuck who has fallen off the ridiculously high steps again. So much were the screams and howls of giggles erupted from Miss Tweedle-Dee that I am surprised Miss Tweedle-Dumb didn't come rushing out to my help.
After picking myself up off the floor and assessing the damage done I was devastated to learn that there had been a worse casualty in all this. My Starbucks coffee caramel Frappuccino was gone and with nothing left in my little plastic cup I was close to tears. Heading in to tell of the hilarious moment I became superman and show Miss Tweedle-Dumb and her boyfriend the snap I sniffed and hobbled my way to the front room and slouched on the sofa in pain, not just of my body but also of the thirst-quenching loss.
With the rest of the weekend passing in a haze of fun, family events and even more laughter I know that in time I will heal the bruises on my pins, but wont pass so easily is the day I flew with my Frappe.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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Monday, 3 July 2017
Tuesday, 29 October 2013
No Parachute!
Afternoon All,
So after another uneventful day at the office, and just over half the working week finished off I was sat on my tangerine sofa watching the telly when I get a call from Miss Tweedle-Dumb. Knowing that our regular yet sporadic twilight conversations usually last several hours I settled into an even comfier position on the settee. Giggling away and talking of life we gossipped about my up and coming football mini-break with Mr. Cheese and his family in Exeter at the end of next month, as well as the sexy Mr. Cheese himself and how besotted I was. As we talked of boys and inside jokes the conversation turned towards the graduation ceremony Miss Tweedle-Dumb is going to for her boyfriend. I confirmed what date it was. She told me. I didn't understand. Had she got the weekends muddled up. No she hadn't. Suddenly I felt very sick and went very quiet for I had double booked. The weekend Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I had planned a girlie weekend away in the Midlands was also the same weekend I was due to be in Exeter with Mr. Cheese and the family!
Clarifying time and time again I realised that it meant one thing. Bro's? Or Hoes? Whilst I knew what had to do I didn't like having to choose. Silly me! So after finishing the conversation with Miss Tweedle-Dumb I knew who I had to call next. Dialling his number at quarter to ten in the evening, I knew he would be in bed and quite possibly asleep. He answered and my heart nearly fell out of my chest with fear. Straight away I blurted out my faux pas and instantly I could tell he wasn't happy about it. The worst of it was, on top of the fact I was looking forward to my very first football game, Mr. Cheese informed me that his Dad had switched round all the bookings only recently so we could share a room together. Feeling awful and not wanting his family to hate me I confessed that I would try and fix it, although I knew in my heart I couldn't. After talking for a while we ended the conversation with the hope that by the time we all got to our desks the next morning everything would have been solved and I could do both weekends, keeping everyone somewhat happy. Morning broke and so did the news. It wasn't possible to change our booking with the Tweedles and so I had to cancel on Mr. Cheese and his sexy self!
Regardless of this less than a few hours later I was invited to spend the evening in Mr. Cheese's company. But we would not be dining alone for it was his brother's birthday and the whole family had turned out in celebration of reaching a landmark age. Rushing home from work I applied the make-up and donned a flattering outfit teamed with heels and a smart blazer. Hair styled sweetly I was ready to go just as Mr. Cheese poked his head round the door to my flat. Speeding along the country lanes in the dark I could tell that he was running behind on schedule and that he was somewhat late. Arriving back at his family home awaiting a lift from his Dad we chatted to his brothers, including the birthday boy himself. After some casual banter we jumped in the car and headed for the restaurant and although the car atmosphere was relaxed I was still scared for the unknown of meeting the family properly and so I held Mr. Cheese's hand tightly all the way there.
Dinner was amazing and whilst I felt as if I was being watched by every pair of eyes I feel I came across confident as held my own in conversation. Most of his family I had met in fleeting moments such as his Mom, Nan and Dad, his brothers I knew a little more, except from the oldest one who ended up not coming to dinner in the end. I was asked about my profession which made me proud to say I worked in finance. OK, so slightly stretching that there but I do kind of, even if it is calling companies up asking for money as a Credit Controller. I was asked about my own family and where I lived too and I felt strong in how I came across. banter between the brothers lasted through until we left, although there was not enough room in the car so Mr. Cheese and I waited in the bar whilst his Father took the rest of the family home. Just as everyone got up from the table and said our goodbyes I noticed Grandma Cheese whispering in Mr. Cheese's ear. It was obviously something about me (probably how brilliant I was, haha) and I tried to shrink into the background whilst I intently tried to listen to the little old lady's words of wisdom to her Grandson, but to no avail.
Sitting in the bar Mr. Cheese and I cosied up whilst talking of the adventures we would have in Cambridge the following afternoon. As time passed his Dad came to collect us and take us both home to my flat. An evening of seduction followed with snuggles and kisses galore, refereeing the fact I was falling fasted than a lead balloon. But when morning broke it wasn't as pleasant. Answering the door in my pyjamas and ruffled sex hair, squinting into the weekend sun I saw my own father with some boxes containing Christmas stuff I had asked for a few days back that I had not had a chance to move yet from my Dad's garage. Dumping it on my doorstep he left for some meetings and promised a catch-up soon. I huffed them into the house before returning to bed and a snoring Mr. Cheese.
Saturday afternoon was spent walking around Cambridge, eating on fabulous foods such as a white chocolate crepe with fresh strawberries and banana. Not thinking it fully through we then planned to meet up with the Tweedles, Miss Lace and Miss Tweedle-Dumb's boyfriend within a couple of hours for dinner. After a relaxed dinner with lots of appreciated attention from Mr. Cheese we went our separate ways and whilst Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Lace went to see a new band, Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Mr. Cheese and I headed back to the Boyfriend's for some drinks and casual chill out before heading home ourselves. All four of us connected well over conversation of graduations, holidays and sports. It was so nice to finally have someone to share my time with amongst some of my best friends and I really appreciated the effort Mr. Cheese made with the girls, something I can't ever remember Mr. Workaholic doing. Although as the cider kept flowing I soon realised that it was time to go, although stumbling to my feet I realised just how strong the cider I had been drinking was. After bidding our farewells Mr. Cheese and I boarded the night bus back to Bedford. Although slightly intoxicated I soon sobered up, especially when coach-conversation turned to 'us'!
Yet again the conversation arose whereby we discussed our feelings for one another and how much we care and like each other. I stated how I was still scared about committing fully to someone especially when we are both so young still and have a lot more of life to explore before settling down into a long term and steady relationship. But we also grappled with the fact that we feel so strongly for one another that it may not be as simple to just walk away. A situation, most defiantly. However something I had come across in which Mr. Cheese had never confided in me before was the fact that whilst things are so amazingly great right now, he wonders as to whether it would all go downhill if things became exclusive with a full blown relationship. It got me thinking admittedly, but I know in my heart this is me and I wouldn't change just because I was now something more serious. Besides, its too late now, Ive jumped from the helicopter of Singlesville and am now hurtling towards the ground with no parachute and no safety net! Fuck!
Stating my honest feelings seemed to put him at ease but as to where we stand now. Well that's something that may need some time. Good thing we have some. The next fortnight I will spend apart form my dear Mr. Cheese as we are both tied up in our own commitments such as work, friends and family not to mention football, writing and hobbies. This coming weekend Mr. Cheese is off to the Midlands to visit old Uni friends whilst I shall be partying with Miss Chocolate on Friday and Saturday relaxing by the pool in a spa with some good friends and a masseuse called Chantelle rubbing me down with oil! Ahh Bliss.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
So after another uneventful day at the office, and just over half the working week finished off I was sat on my tangerine sofa watching the telly when I get a call from Miss Tweedle-Dumb. Knowing that our regular yet sporadic twilight conversations usually last several hours I settled into an even comfier position on the settee. Giggling away and talking of life we gossipped about my up and coming football mini-break with Mr. Cheese and his family in Exeter at the end of next month, as well as the sexy Mr. Cheese himself and how besotted I was. As we talked of boys and inside jokes the conversation turned towards the graduation ceremony Miss Tweedle-Dumb is going to for her boyfriend. I confirmed what date it was. She told me. I didn't understand. Had she got the weekends muddled up. No she hadn't. Suddenly I felt very sick and went very quiet for I had double booked. The weekend Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Miss Tweedle-Dee and I had planned a girlie weekend away in the Midlands was also the same weekend I was due to be in Exeter with Mr. Cheese and the family!
Clarifying time and time again I realised that it meant one thing. Bro's? Or Hoes? Whilst I knew what had to do I didn't like having to choose. Silly me! So after finishing the conversation with Miss Tweedle-Dumb I knew who I had to call next. Dialling his number at quarter to ten in the evening, I knew he would be in bed and quite possibly asleep. He answered and my heart nearly fell out of my chest with fear. Straight away I blurted out my faux pas and instantly I could tell he wasn't happy about it. The worst of it was, on top of the fact I was looking forward to my very first football game, Mr. Cheese informed me that his Dad had switched round all the bookings only recently so we could share a room together. Feeling awful and not wanting his family to hate me I confessed that I would try and fix it, although I knew in my heart I couldn't. After talking for a while we ended the conversation with the hope that by the time we all got to our desks the next morning everything would have been solved and I could do both weekends, keeping everyone somewhat happy. Morning broke and so did the news. It wasn't possible to change our booking with the Tweedles and so I had to cancel on Mr. Cheese and his sexy self!
Regardless of this less than a few hours later I was invited to spend the evening in Mr. Cheese's company. But we would not be dining alone for it was his brother's birthday and the whole family had turned out in celebration of reaching a landmark age. Rushing home from work I applied the make-up and donned a flattering outfit teamed with heels and a smart blazer. Hair styled sweetly I was ready to go just as Mr. Cheese poked his head round the door to my flat. Speeding along the country lanes in the dark I could tell that he was running behind on schedule and that he was somewhat late. Arriving back at his family home awaiting a lift from his Dad we chatted to his brothers, including the birthday boy himself. After some casual banter we jumped in the car and headed for the restaurant and although the car atmosphere was relaxed I was still scared for the unknown of meeting the family properly and so I held Mr. Cheese's hand tightly all the way there.
Dinner was amazing and whilst I felt as if I was being watched by every pair of eyes I feel I came across confident as held my own in conversation. Most of his family I had met in fleeting moments such as his Mom, Nan and Dad, his brothers I knew a little more, except from the oldest one who ended up not coming to dinner in the end. I was asked about my profession which made me proud to say I worked in finance. OK, so slightly stretching that there but I do kind of, even if it is calling companies up asking for money as a Credit Controller. I was asked about my own family and where I lived too and I felt strong in how I came across. banter between the brothers lasted through until we left, although there was not enough room in the car so Mr. Cheese and I waited in the bar whilst his Father took the rest of the family home. Just as everyone got up from the table and said our goodbyes I noticed Grandma Cheese whispering in Mr. Cheese's ear. It was obviously something about me (probably how brilliant I was, haha) and I tried to shrink into the background whilst I intently tried to listen to the little old lady's words of wisdom to her Grandson, but to no avail.
Sitting in the bar Mr. Cheese and I cosied up whilst talking of the adventures we would have in Cambridge the following afternoon. As time passed his Dad came to collect us and take us both home to my flat. An evening of seduction followed with snuggles and kisses galore, refereeing the fact I was falling fasted than a lead balloon. But when morning broke it wasn't as pleasant. Answering the door in my pyjamas and ruffled sex hair, squinting into the weekend sun I saw my own father with some boxes containing Christmas stuff I had asked for a few days back that I had not had a chance to move yet from my Dad's garage. Dumping it on my doorstep he left for some meetings and promised a catch-up soon. I huffed them into the house before returning to bed and a snoring Mr. Cheese.
Saturday afternoon was spent walking around Cambridge, eating on fabulous foods such as a white chocolate crepe with fresh strawberries and banana. Not thinking it fully through we then planned to meet up with the Tweedles, Miss Lace and Miss Tweedle-Dumb's boyfriend within a couple of hours for dinner. After a relaxed dinner with lots of appreciated attention from Mr. Cheese we went our separate ways and whilst Miss Tweedle-Dee and Miss Lace went to see a new band, Miss Tweedle-Dumb, Mr. Cheese and I headed back to the Boyfriend's for some drinks and casual chill out before heading home ourselves. All four of us connected well over conversation of graduations, holidays and sports. It was so nice to finally have someone to share my time with amongst some of my best friends and I really appreciated the effort Mr. Cheese made with the girls, something I can't ever remember Mr. Workaholic doing. Although as the cider kept flowing I soon realised that it was time to go, although stumbling to my feet I realised just how strong the cider I had been drinking was. After bidding our farewells Mr. Cheese and I boarded the night bus back to Bedford. Although slightly intoxicated I soon sobered up, especially when coach-conversation turned to 'us'!
Yet again the conversation arose whereby we discussed our feelings for one another and how much we care and like each other. I stated how I was still scared about committing fully to someone especially when we are both so young still and have a lot more of life to explore before settling down into a long term and steady relationship. But we also grappled with the fact that we feel so strongly for one another that it may not be as simple to just walk away. A situation, most defiantly. However something I had come across in which Mr. Cheese had never confided in me before was the fact that whilst things are so amazingly great right now, he wonders as to whether it would all go downhill if things became exclusive with a full blown relationship. It got me thinking admittedly, but I know in my heart this is me and I wouldn't change just because I was now something more serious. Besides, its too late now, Ive jumped from the helicopter of Singlesville and am now hurtling towards the ground with no parachute and no safety net! Fuck!
Stating my honest feelings seemed to put him at ease but as to where we stand now. Well that's something that may need some time. Good thing we have some. The next fortnight I will spend apart form my dear Mr. Cheese as we are both tied up in our own commitments such as work, friends and family not to mention football, writing and hobbies. This coming weekend Mr. Cheese is off to the Midlands to visit old Uni friends whilst I shall be partying with Miss Chocolate on Friday and Saturday relaxing by the pool in a spa with some good friends and a masseuse called Chantelle rubbing me down with oil! Ahh Bliss.
'Til next time, Love A.Lou xx
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