Monday, 13 June 2011

Well that's it all over for another year. Clothes dried out, fancy dress costumes put away, barbecues extinguished and beer bottles off to the recycling. What a day.

After drying out we headed off down to J's for the barby.  As usual the house was packed with folk guzzling burgers and beer. Our friend R arrived. He is a hairdresser in Glasgow, and was named by FHM as one of the top 21 men's hairdressers in Britain. (That's me had my wee brag about him, as we are all incredibly proud of him, he is so creative and such great fun). Anyway at 8.30 he stood up and said ,'Who's going to the shows then? L immediately said yes along with J's kids and nephew so with J's sister in law, my hubby and a neighbour in tow they took off to the field.  They arrived back about an hour later looking green as all that was left open was the Waltzers.  An overdose of the Waltzers, too much food and booze is enough to make anyone feel ill.

You always know a party is good when someone wheels out the karaoke machine, which had to be fixed a J's sister's pup decided to chew the mic while no one was looking.  Booze always makes folk great singers (or so they think) and before long the mic was having to be forcibly removed from some folks hands.  R did a fantastic version of Michael Jackson's Blame it on the Boogie complete with actions.  Hilarious. There's nothing like a room full of drunk folk trying to follow his lead . Downside however was that due to the drunken hilarity some git managed to pinch B's guitar from J's decorated garden. Some folk don't know what to be at. It wasn't the only thing stolen that night. Due to the power of Facebook most folk know what has gone missing and the culprits better look out, as there is nothing like the wrath of a bunch of angry mothers.....

Fell into bed after midnight, and said a wee prayer that L wouldn't be picked for the Queen's Court next year. Then instantly felt guilty.........