It would appear that Pudding & Pie didn’t get the memo about today being a bank holiday. In fact I would go so far as to say they got the memo, ripped it into tiny pieces and then promptly ate it. I do kinda blame our neighbour who slammed the door so hard at 6.30am that it rattled through every house in the row. I guess they figured that as they had to be up for work on the bank holiday then the rest of us should suffer too, after all misery loves company right? If that is the case I am quite tempted to go over and ring their door bell at 5am every morning until the end of time, But I digress…
So Pudding HQ is awake, even Mr Pudding couldn’t sleep through the noise this morning! Before leaping out of bed to deal with the situations in the room next door we take 2 minutes to hold conversation, uninterrupted:
Mr P: ‘Morning’
(Snuggle in for a quick cuddle, making sure no one gets a mouthful of morning breath)
*Noise Level Rising*
(Sounds of Pie swipping a ‘wand’ through the air shouting ‘expelliarmus’, this later turns out to be an orange felt tip with no lid….)
Me: ‘We need a plan for today…’
Mr P: ‘I thought we could wander to the pub, have a few ciders, maybe play some pool….’
Me: ‘Oh that sounds great, we could grab some lunch, sit in the garden. Oooh and I quite fancy a game of darts’
*Noise starting to reach crescendo*
Me: Are you making coffee or dealing with wee?
Me: Good choice, nobody would ever choose wee…
(Lay still for a minute listening to noise)
Me: Remember that pub in Whitechapel with the beer garden?
Mr P: The one where The Krays shot Jack the Hat?
Me: Ha ha Jack the Hat, only in the East End would somebody be called Jack the Hat! What was that pub called?
Mr P: The Blind Beggar – we had our first kiss there…
(Noise reaches defcon 4… With accompanying air raid siren howl)
Me: I miss London
The day has begun, two tired and slightly disgruntled parents slide out of bed…
Hope everyone enjoys their bank holiday!!