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Eleven years to the day since my dad ate lip balm thinking it was cheese.
I feel like something else happened that day, but the lip balm is all I remember.
My hearing came back mid-morning, though gradually so I didn’t even notice, but I still felt a bit dizzy and fragile and while the kids had kids club and Catie had a massage I basically just slept. It’s not my week long sleep holiday idea, but it’s a start. All this high life and eating has made me feel bad too, but hopefully will be the impetus for the 2023 get fit campaign to finally get underway. I am so fed up of feeling ill.
We had lunch in the bar and the kids came up with a game where they would go out of the door and come back in as a different person. Phoebe was a posh version of herself called Olivia and Ernie was a pig. Both were way nicer than our actual kids and I told them so and asked them to stay, but eventually, after a few other incarnations our horrible children returned.
We had a baby sitter again so we could go out for our evening meal without any version of our children. It was our wedding anniversary (oh yeah, that’s it) and I thought about a glass of champagne or a whisky to celebrate, after 27 months and 7 days of sobriety. But I decided not to in the end. I couldn’t see it improving my illness, so I let Catie do the celebrating alone. And I just had pudding instead. I haven’t really officially ever given up drinking, it’s just sort of happened, but when it comes down to it, so far at least, I haven’t fancied returning. But do I really want to be the kind of person who never drinks again? Maybe.
Last time the babysitter came (on Tuesday) we couldn’t find Ernie’s Pikachu doll. It hadn’t been out of the room with us, but we searched high and low and couldn’t find it. We thought maybe it had been caught up with the bedding when it got changed, but thought that was unlikely as it’s quite big and finally concluded that we might have forgotten to pack it. Tonight we couldn’t find Ernie’s Fluffy Sheep (cousin to Fluffy Rabbit) which seemed a weird coincidence. Was it possible that our babysitter was secretly stealing fairly knackered and loved soft toys? As Fluffy Sheep is white and small, we thought it more likely that it might have ended up in the laundry and so went to the front desk to check. They had a virtual lost property with pictures of items on the computer. The receptionist looked through the list, found something that might have matched and brought up a picture of Fluffy Sheep. Thank goodness we’d checked. Ernie’s had it since the beginning. Almost on a whim we asked if a Pikachu had turned up on Tuesday and sure enough there was his mugshot on the screen. If we hadn’t lose Fluffy Sheep we would probably have never checked about Pikachu and he’d have been lost forever. Had Fluffy Sheep Toy Storyed its way out of the bedroom so that he could save his friend? I am going to say yes.
During the evening I followed York City’s progress online. They’ve been in danger of relegation (and might fold anyway by the sounds of things) and went one nil down against Chesterfield, which was to be expected. Then surprisingly they fought back and won 3-1, the first time they’ve beaten that team in over 30 years and amazingly were lifted to 14th in the league as a result. They’re not out of the woods yet, but things will have to go pretty badly in the last few games for them to be demoted. Equally amazingly Halifax beat Wrexham 3-1, meaning they slip to second place, behind Notts County on goal difference (they’ve scored the same number of goals, but conceded 3 more). Both sides are on 100 points and way ahead of everyone else. It will be a ridiculous situation if they aren’t both promoted (top team goes up and then next six teams involved in a play off) and I think the league should rip up the rule book and just let them both go up. And also let York City go up too as a reward for me coming up with this idea. Notts County play Wrexham on Monday. Should be a thrilling match. It only there was some kind of reality TV show following this to document the excitement.
