Cider festival and all is good

last night i went to a cider festival with liz and wendy. We got to sample about 15 different ciders all for free! Yipeee. liz knew one of the promo girls (she looked after her at ymca lol) so we got some merchandise too and our photos taken (not so good). after having our fill of freebies we headed to the indie brewery for some nosh and another drinkie. a lovely night was had.
also vented my spleen at lee and felt better, he took it well. Lol. I did the unforgivable thing in a fit of fury of saying to will that we were getting a divorce and he should choose who to live with. he promptly burst into tears and i realised the this tough gangster 11 year old is still a little boy and not at all ready to face the harsh realities of a grown up world. i quickly retracted and told him i was joking and he settled down. Never ever will i be that stupid and selfish again.

Moan moan moan - all about paint.

Why is it that mountains are built out of molehills, why does one comment fester and decay until you (well, I) am ready to pack my bags or more precise pack his bags and kick him into touch. Why when I feel like this can I see only his bad points, and believe me there are many of them, and none of his good points. Does he have any good points? Not at the moment he doesn't. Why is it always me that has to turn around and make the situation okay.....all because he said I should get my paintbrush out and paint the doors..and my response of "I don't like doing it so I'm not going to" launched him into one of his 'he is great and does everything rants'.

AND.....the neighbours were partying till about 3am this morning so I ended up sleeping on the settee....

happy days.