So you all want to know what I did at the weekend right? Well I didn't go sodding camping that's for sure. Instead we did what all modern day loving couples do (excluding the beating, knife threatening and plate throwing) - we compromised. Lou wanted to go camping whereas I, as you already know, was well up for the weekend in bed. Instead I played my trump card. I used the 'S' word. A word that makes women weak at the knees and men normally run for cover. Yes... Shopping. So the compromise was thus. We would stay at home all weekend on the condition that on Saturday morning we would head into Manchester to buy wedding clothes for me, on the other condition that we be home for the football. A deal was struck with all signatories agreeing to the pre-weekend agreement. And relax.


So in the end we had a great weekend. Please find the comedic summary below:


Friday evening: We decided to play our own drinking games whilst watching the football. In memory of a game we played at uni we re-invented "Drink Ball!!!". Now the rules of drink ball are quite simple. All participants must drink lager - from a pint glass. For throw-ins you have to drink one finger-width of your drink. For free-kicks (fouls) - two fingers. For yellow cards - three fingers. For red cards you have to drink a short. For goals you have to finish whatever is left in your glass. Doesn't sound so difficult does it? Well go on give it a try. After 30 minutes of the match we were both hammered. Fuck me there are a lot of throw ins and free-kicks in a game. By half-time we had both given up. Hooorah. Early to bed then.


Saturday: A slight snooze (in giant bed - picture soon to follow) before travelling into Manchester and spending more money on clothes than I have ever done before. AND! I managed to buy my wedding outfit. I bought some cool linen trousers from Reiss and a Paul Smith white shirt that made me look "well fit" according to Lou. I'll take her word for it. So all I need now is a nice belt and a pair of cool sandals and I'm there. Just five months to go! So after shopping in Manchester we headed home to watch the misery that was England being knocked out of the world cup. Boo hoo hoo. Tears on my pillow and all that. By the end of the game Lou and I were again quite drunk and Lou fell asleep in the garden whilst I tidied up and read a few emails. Early to bed then!


Sunday: 11am I woke to discover that we had both slept (in giant bed) for a full 12 hours!!!! a new world record, well maybe not but certainly longer than I have slept in five years. I felt well and truly fucked. My whole body ached from sleep. I thought it was meant to be good for you? So we had breakfast in the garden before actually doing some gardening. BUT it was way too hot and as a result I promptly gave up, instead preferring to kick a ball around and sip the odd shandy. After being caught out in a freak thunderstorm we went inside to watch the final two hours of 24 series five!!!! Immense - when is six? when is six? when is six? And that was it. My non-camping weekend. I must admit that I was overwhelmed by your lack of camping support but hey - we're all family right?


I'm going camping at the end of the month by the way. With the future in-laws. At what point should I start feigning illness?