More Grooming & Weekend Away
by Matt on Jan.27, 2010, under Blogs
As I look out of the window I ponder, where does the time go, where does the universe end, it surely cannot go on forever, but then what is there after it ends, even nothing has to be just blank space, and then I continue this train of thought until I realise that what the hell am I doing day dreaming when I should be writing this weeks blog entry!
Last Wednesday I had my first session with a personal trainer for a long time, and he almost killed me. I had forgotten just how much of a masochist he really is. He had me bending this way, then that way, then stretching, then lifting this weight then that weight, it was exhausting just thinking about it let alone doing it as well. But hey what choice do I have, I can carry on being a fat slug or I can diet and exercise and lose the excess fat, of which there is far too much. So now it is soup at lunchtimes, and doing spin (another hate of mine) and torture as often as I can. Oh the lengths one will go to not to be a blob.
Thursday was yet again time for the Rat to be groomed. I had left work with enough time to get there, but I hadn’t had 
the foresight to allow for the complete rubbish service that TFL provides, and the words service and provides are used in there loosest possible meaning here. The appointment was for 
6.30 and I managed to get there for 6.45, which was I feel, quite an achievement given the extended route I had to take because of the Undergrounds points failure, person on line, or just their usual inadequacy. Now the Rat being such a hyper little daddy’s boy I had to call ahead and warn my best friend to tell the groomer to put his scissors down. Jolly good job that I did as well as he went mad, barking mad one could say, indeed I did, when I entered. As usual he whined, whinged and cried his way through the whole process, why I don’t really know as he looks such a lovely little thing when been bathed and groomed, that is until he is back on the floor and jumping around, sticking his nose all over the place.
the foresight to allow for the complete rubbish service that TFL provides, and the words service and provides are used in there loosest possible meaning here. The appointment was for 6.30 and I managed to get there for 6.45, which was I feel, quite an achievement given the extended route I had to take because of the Undergrounds points failure, person on line, or just their usual inadequacy. Now the Rat being such a hyper little daddy’s boy I had to call ahead and warn my best friend to tell the groomer to put his scissors down. Jolly good job that I did as well as he went mad, barking mad one could say, indeed I did, when I entered. As usual he whined, whinged and cried his way through the whole process, why I don’t really know as he looks such a lovely little thing when been bathed and groomed, that is until he is back on the floor and jumping around, sticking his nose all over the place.After he has been finished and was very sweet smelling I took him home as I had arranged to have dinner with P at the Prospect, yes that’s right it has re-opened so our withdrawal from the place is over, and parched as we were off down there we trotted, well I walked and P met me there via the bus. I have to admit that its been done up rather nicely though it was quieter than we thought it would be, but hey that’s good as means you get a table with no problem whatsoever. So we had quite a nice relaxing meal and chatted and chilled. Listen to me, I really should get advertising fees from the place shouldn’t I???
Friday after work I had to get my tired old carcass over to St Pancras as we were going to my Mums for the weekend, would you believe it, at my age I still managed to get there before P did, I am sure he has never been on time for anything in his life. His time keeping is his worse attribute and if you ever arrange to meet him do not rush to be on time as you are wasting unnecessary energy. But yet again I digress from the path I was leading you down, we did manage to get on the train. But I wish we hadn’t, it was crowded, we had to sit separately and I had this woman next to me who believed that because she had a big ass she was entitled to encroach on my seat as well as hers, added to this she pulled a rather cheap and very smelly coat over her head (blessing really as meant I didn’t have to look at her ugly face) and it kept following her fat ass and creeping onto my seat, no doubt polluting it in the process. This meant that P and I did not get to eat the diving scotch eggs and cookies that I had bought from this lovely little shop in St Pancras. Then like a fool I forgot to take them home after the weekend so my mum stuffed them all in her mouth, she delighted in telling me how delicious they were!
Saturday came and my mum gave us the choice, we could go to the local shopping centre to look around or go to the 
nearby place that did things like nice jams and relishes etc., well I love those type of places so we chose there. Little did we know that when she said nearby she actually meant almost an hour away, we sat in the car and sat some more on the long journey. When we got there, and had shaved and woken up, we got out of the car and went in. The place was great we got quite a few bits, as many as I could with P moaning on about how we going to carry it whilst I tried to sneak another jar into the basket. There was a good pet store there as well so we managed to get the Rat a few presents, which he then hastily decided he would chew up as quickly as he possibly could. We also bought my Mum & step father a couple of stone angels (in comparison to the real angel tat I am) that they wanted, they now adorn the garden. So all in all we had a nice time indeed.
nearby place that did things like nice jams and relishes etc., well I love those type of places so we chose there. Little did we know that when she said nearby she actually meant almost an hour away, we sat in the car and sat some more on the long journey. When we got there, and had shaved and woken up, we got out of the car and went in. The place was great we got quite a few bits, as many as I could with P moaning on about how we going to carry it whilst I tried to sneak another jar into the basket. There was a good pet store there as well so we managed to get the Rat a few presents, which he then hastily decided he would chew up as quickly as he possibly could. We also bought my Mum & step father a couple of stone angels (in comparison to the real angel tat I am) that they wanted, they now adorn the garden. So all in all we had a nice time indeed.Saturday evening my Mum had booked a rather nice restaurant for a meal. A jolly nice place it was too. One of those
places that has bare wooden floors and the bricks are showing through on the walls, I like that look, rather nice. As ever everyone, bar me of course, took an age to decide what they wanted to eat, actually Johnny chose quickly as well so it was just Mum & P that took an age. I did really feel for P, he had ordered the pigeon for starter and the pork belly for main, he loves crispy pork, it is his absolute favourite in the world, if you ever need a favour from him just get him some crispy pork. The pigeon he said wasn’t very tasty, I wouldn’t know as he ate it all and forgot to give me a bit to try, well that’s his excuse and he stuck to it. Then the main courses came and his little face just dropped, as did all of ours as his pork was tiny, the crispy was thin with a large lump of fat under it. It is a real shame as everyone else’s was really nice and very good. But hey we had a good time anyway and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. I would go back, and insist that P ordered something different next time!
places that has bare wooden floors and the bricks are showing through on the walls, I like that look, rather nice. As ever everyone, bar me of course, took an age to decide what they wanted to eat, actually Johnny chose quickly as well so it was just Mum & P that took an age. I did really feel for P, he had ordered the pigeon for starter and the pork belly for main, he loves crispy pork, it is his absolute favourite in the world, if you ever need a favour from him just get him some crispy pork. The pigeon he said wasn’t very tasty, I wouldn’t know as he ate it all and forgot to give me a bit to try, well that’s his excuse and he stuck to it. Then the main courses came and his little face just dropped, as did all of ours as his pork was tiny, the crispy was thin with a large lump of fat under it. It is a real shame as everyone else’s was really nice and very good. But hey we had a good time anyway and thoroughly enjoyed the evening. I would go back, and insist that P ordered something different next time!Sundays journey home was far better than the journey there we sat together, so could chat, no riff raff women with smelly coats and big bums. It was a good finish to a lovely weekend as I loved spending time at my parents place (love the house, except the shower that broke), loved spending time with them too. I seem to be far calmer and happier when not in London, its just a pity we had to come back in my opinion. I missed the Rat though and was delighted when we got home and I got to see him, he bounced with excitement all round the flat when we got in, which was funny to see.
BOOM!!!! You go it? if not why not, if so isn’t it just amazing, this weeks surpassed itself, go there Chuckles, what a gift to music and mankind he is, without him imagine how dull life would be with nothing to chair dance to, I would be desolate and bored beyond reason.
I havent seen T this week and have much missed the joyous company and rapture that she usually provides, so the usual hello goes to her.
Until next week, bye bye.
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