24, Pizza and Beer in Bed
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Last weekend was one of the laziest weekends we’ve had in donkey’s. I do get that slight feeling of guilt when this happens. But then I get over it.
On Saturday, Kate ‘persuaded’ me to pop down the road to pick up a couple of hefty 13″ pizzas (£9 = Barry’s bargain basement) and some cans of Stella. We’ve recently picked up our addiction to 24 and were making our way through ‘season‘ series 4. The glorious image I must convey is of the three of us lounging in our pit; curtains closed; watching TV; stuffing our faces and swigging on wifebeater at 11 o’clock. That’s 11 o’clock a.m.. IN THE MORNING.
And all the while, Frankie dressed only in her nappy happily lounges amongst us, chewing on our discarded crusts. This is of course exemplary parenting and will teach her a lot in the long run. Something about not taking life too seriously and being able to relax when all those around her are losing their heads. Or something.
Just finished downloading series 5 last night. Bring it.
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