Birthday Bash Report

or should that be from the Loreal Sublime ‘Bronze’ to the ridiculous???

Hmm well I think my first attempt at reducing my ‘Moon Tan’ with a piece of fakery will be my last. despite following the instructions to the letter, I still looked like I had tried to spray pain myself through a set of railings! Streaky? You bet! I looked like an yellowy orange striped zebra. Still I managed to cover the worst of it up (I think).

Ready for a night on the town.

Anyway, we all met up, decorated the birthday girl with badges, a sash, glow stick necklaces and a Disney Princess tiara emblazoned with a large sparkly ‘40′. Just to make sure that we couldn’t possibly lose her in one of those dark bars or course!

Linzi - The Birthday Girl.

The short walk into town was broken up by strangers shouting ‘Happy 40th Birthday!’  Which I think Linzi managed to get used to after the third or fourth shout. A couple of cars actually slowed down and had a jolly good stare – whether this was due to her birthday attire or the fact that we all looked gorgeous I can’t say.

We had a great night, no tumbles, no accidents (well nothing to speak of) and no one wandering off! However Kim was rather taken with two young police men and almost accosted them – to take a photograph of course with the birthday girl. Well at least that is what she said. An Indian meal at midnight is something I wouldn’t normally do, and for someone who doesn’t really eat Indian food (I really don’t like coriander!) I thoroughly enjoyed it and ate the lot, even the pilau rice and I ‘don’t do rice!’

I can’t speak for the others, but I know that I woke up without a hangover. That could be due to the fact that I only had three hours sleep though I suppose. I couldn’t wander around town every week, but once in a blue moon, yes I could manage that.

General Alert Sounded in Hartlepool

Well if there hasn’t been there should be. Why? Well its been a while but I am out ‘on the town’ there tonight!

It has been a long time since I have been on a traditional pub crawl, actually I can’t remember the last time as it was literally so long ago. Maybe I am old before my time, my partner says he is going to get me carbon dated just to check I haven’t lied about my age.

But, for a birthday celebration, a 40th birthday too I might add (not mine before you all go awww. I have a couple of years left before I hit the big four ‘O’). She wants to go dancing, dancing! I hope all of these trendy pubs and bars have got their floors reinforced and are well stocked ready for our arrival!

I have even decided to bare my legs for the event too, and so that all of the party goers don’t get blinded when a strobe light (do they still have them?) flashes onto my delicately ‘moon tanned’ legs I am going to attempt some ‘light’ fake tan – another first! It could be that I spray the bathroom a strange shade of orange during application, or I end up looking like I have been dipped in creosote – but I’m a woman on the edge and I’ll try anything once!

I shall report on the tanning success, night out etc when I come round/sober up or can see the keyboard again over the weekend. I may even post a photo or two so brace yourselves!

Love Thy Neighbour? – I Think Not!!

One of the pleasures of working from home is that I can start and finish working when I choose to, and not have to spend my day ruled by the clock, well other than for school runs. I was all set for a quiet night last night, it was warm with a subtle breeze and I was just pottering around finishing a few jobs, when I noticed a new sound was appearing between the bird song and the sound of cars driving past the end of the street. It was the sound of glass meeting glass.

I’m not sure if you have ever noticed this, or if its just bit of writers imagination, but the sound of beer bottles hitting each other has a very distinctive sound. It could not be mistaken for any other type of bottle, it can only be a beer bottle. As I listened the interval between these new noises appearing became shorter and shorter, and I found myself letting out a resigned groan.  It could mean only one thing, the neighbours from hell were out in the garden, and had settled themselves in for a full night of it.

I would have loved to have been proved wrong, but no, they were there for the long haul. They were out there making an acceptable level of noise at around 7pm when I put my little boy to bed, at 10pm I had to close all of the windows to block out the noise they were making, which made it unbearably stuffy in the house, and at midnight I reached my limit.

I would never want to stop anyone having fun, but in a relatively quiet residential area, on a Monday night when kids have to be up for school the next day and adults need to be fit for work, I would hope that people would have enough respect for those around them to keep the noise level down, I know I do. It wasn’t just the music (if that’s what it was) or the singing, or the clattering of glasses and cans, the crudeness of the language or the volume of the voices, it was just the whole combined cacophony. They are far too intimidating to confront outright, so I made a complaint to the local authority.

I doubt if anything will come from it, but I can’t believe I was the only person who was disturbed last night. Even with the windows shut tight they managed to wake my son up three times, and they were still out there at 2am thismorning. I am at a loss as to just what we are supposed to do when people like this, with no regard for anyone else make our lives a living nightmare.