The weekend

In the UK, last weekend was a bank holiday.  Three days to loll around the house and relax in.  Yeah, right.
 
On Saturday Number Two sprog wanted to go around Camden Market with Lizzy.  That’s not a relationship I can ever fathom.  Ages ago he was sweet for her, but it never evolved beyond good friends.  But still they hug, they walk down the road hand-in-hand.  They really are just buddies, but even so.  Maybe I’ve just been married too long.
 
Anyway, off we went in Dad’s taxi to the big smoke.  Me and The Missus went our own way, looking at the stalls ‘we’ wanted to see.  They went off to do their own thing.  Afterwards we went to a vegan Thai restaurant.  The food is excellent, despite being vegan.  We were served by a young Thai girl, who appeared to have just landed.  We couldn’t understand a word we said to each other, and the drinks order didn’t exactly match what we ordered.  So then she was stood infont of the drinks cooler, drilled by her fluent colleague on the difference between Diet Coke (what Number Two ordered) and 7-Up (what she delivered). 
 
Afterwards we had a brief return to the stalls, in order for me to buy a T-shirt for Number Two and some jewellry for Er Indoors and Number One.  By this time the markets were packed and the sun was scorching, so ho! to home and a cold beer.
 
On Sunday we went down to see Bett and Bill, my aunt and uncle.  In their eighties, they have moved into a care centre financed by the Licensed Victuallers Association.  They have their own bungalow, and Bett, as always, laid on a banquet.  The feeding of the five thousand in reverse.  It was warm, so we ate it in the communal gazebo.  What a shame I had to turn half the food down, as it was either buttery or sugary.  Curse you, demon of diabetes!
 
Mike and Rosa turned up and scrounged a free lunch, and we all had a good time comparing symptons and talking about the good old days.
 
Monday we drove down to Bath to take the myriad of possessions and gifts that Number One had left out our house.  Steve was working, so we took Number one out to lunch at a vegetarian pub (yes, really). 
 
So all in all, I’m looking forward to going back to work.
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About snodlander
Snodlander is the nom de plume of Bob Simms. He is an IT trainer, but it's not as glamourous as it sounds. When he's not enthralling classes with adventures through SQL Server, he writes, draws and drinks his own home-brew. Buy his novel on Amazon Kindle at The Young Demon Keeper, It's 74p, for crying out loud!

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