How do you feel tonight?

In a word? Stuffed. Simply because my other half cooked dinner for us tonight, as he said that my cooking would put Lucriza Borgia to shame.

That and the fact that I lost a bet that I'd had with my other half. It wasn't for money or anything daft like that. No - this was more important to me - it involved my pride. The basis of the bet was the Calcutta Cup that England compete with Scotland for in the international rugby season.

If England won, then I would have to go into work on the first Friday after Easter (we're both off over the Easter bank holiday - here in the Midlands we have Good Friday and Easter Monday off) wearing an England rugby jersey. Ok - not a problem there, as my partner said that if Scotland won, then he would wear the Scotland rugby jersey for work.

To be honest, I didn't really expect Scotland to win, as the last time that they beat England at Twickenham was back in 1983, when Scotland won 22 - 12, and the last time that Scotland beat England in ANY international was back in 2000 at Murrayfield, the score that time being 19 -13.

Apart from that, I'm blissfully happy, and have been allowed to do nothing, apart from put my feet up and be treated like a princess. Especially when my other half found out (courtesy of Mum) that I'd been the one to drive back from the Isle of Wight, without letting her share the driving the way we did on the way to Lymington.

Needless to say, I got a ticking off for that, and reminded that I'm still recovering from a shoulder injury. As if I didn't need reminding of that fact. As I type this, my shoulder is killing me and the painkillers don't seem to have worked. But that could be due to the fact that it's only been about ½ hour since I took them, and it usually takes about ¾ hour to get any effect.

Despite that, I'm really happy, and know that I'll be able to weather any storm that may or may not be brewing when I get back to work on Monday...

The title of this entry comes from a Bryan Adams song: - How do you feel tonight? this is on the album A Day Like Today, and sums up just how I feel at this moment in time:

Is there anybody out there?
Anyone that's loved in vain
Anyone that feels the same


Is there anybody waiting?
Waiting for a chance to win
To give it up and start again


We all need something new
Something that is true
And someone else to feel it too


I feel so high - no one else would know it
I don't know why I feel the way I do
I can't let go - and I’m not scared to show it
Cuz being here feels right
Tell me - how do you feel tonight?


Is there anybody out there?
Anyone that can't explain
Anyone that feels no pain


Is there anybody dreaming
Dreaming of a better day
When everything goes your way


We all need something new
Something that is true
And someone else to feel it too
Someone just like you

Ah well, suppose I'd better log off and bog off - I've got to put up with the gloating and mickey taking...

Ain't love grand?

Karen.

Don't let the b'stards get you down.

Weekends were made for escaping....

I guess that the title of this entry says it all. I've escaped from Warwickshire, and am currently updating my blog whilst seated in my Great-Uncle's study in Wilkeston - on the outskirts of Edinburgh.

What am I doing here? Simple. It has to do with the small matter of a rugby international between those two "super powers" of world rugby - Scotland and Italy, in the Six Nations tournament at Murrayfield.

For more years than I care to admit to (ok - about 10!) my uncle has bought me tickets to a rugby international of my choice as a birthday / Christmas present. So, I took him up on his offer and took this particular game.

Ok - maybe it's not the game that most purists would have chosen, but I wanted to see my uncle on his home turf, and sit and shoot the breeze with him, as I'd not seen him since last year - at Dad's funeral.

But I'm not here on my own. I've brought my other half with me, as he's a rugby fanatic, but has never managed to make it to an international for one reason or another, and has for as long as I've known him, been on about getting tickets.

So, without his knowledge, I made the necessary arrangements, having made sure that he wasn't working this weekend by asking his manager, and explaining my motives. (I'll give the guy his due, he's a damned good actor, as he looked really surprised when my other half told him what I'd done!) And then all I had to do was choose the right moment to tell my other half...

I gave him the news of this particular trip on Thursday night, The look of surprise was something I'll treasure, and he looked at me as if he wasn't quite sure about me, as he knows that I'm quite capable of winding him up like clockwork.

I managed to dispel his fears by producing the flight confirmation for the flight to Edinburgh from Birmingham on the Friday night flight, and the return flight on Sunday night.

Ah well, suppose I'd better log off and bog off - there are things I want to do before I go to the rugby....

Back tomorrow - hangover permitting!

Karen.


Don't let the b'stards get you down.

A quiet weekend...

There's nothing like spending a weekend with friends to make you sure that you feel refreshed and ready for work on the Monday. Or not as the case may be. I was fine until I had Flame stand on my bloody hand this morning, whilst I was picking her feet out. Ok - I know that it wasn't intentional, but it hurt like hell, and I've never seen a horse look so offended when I swore.

Still, I guess it could have been a lot worse, and I could have ended up with a broken hand, instead of a badly bruised one. But that doesn't stop me typing, or doing all the other stupid things that I seem to have the ability to do...

Including winding up my other half about the rugby - England got beaten by Wales. But that was my pay back for him taking the mickey out of me, as I support Scotland in the Six Nations (don't ask - it's a long story!)

Suppose I should get on with some w*rk....

Back later, if I get peace and quiet...

Karen.

Don't let the b'stards get you down.