Bank Holidays!

It's been a hard month. Work is manic in march and i'm definately ready for this easter break. Four days of rest... or so I thought. Andy had different plans. Oh yes... apparently this weekend will be spent re-arranging the little bedroom and spring cleaning!

Last night the weekend began when we were let out of work a whole 30mins early.
I went "swimming" with TP.... we actually spent most of the time in the jacuzzi but hey, surely having bubbles pummeling your flesh must be an exercise of sorts... at least we managed to convince ourselves that it must be better than sitting chatting in a cafe for instance.

I'm never overly comfortable in jacuzzi's. Whenever i go on my own there is always some overweight guy sat opposite who is clearly only there to loiter in the hot tub and watch people or there is one person who feels the need to start a mundane conversation as they are uncomfortable with silence so at least when you go with a friend you can ignore the other people. We also went in the steam room but it was a short stay... TP found it too claustrophobic and i just don't feel like i'm breathing when the air is hot so after 5 mins we were happy to head for the door. I'm just not made for the pampered lifestyle. I went for a massage last year and could't stop giggling. I had to apologise to the girl as I'm just too ticklish. I need to work on my beauty treatment endurance skills! Hehehe. As we headed home the heavens opened and i drove home in the rain. Yes indeed the bank holiday had started.

Being easter bank holiday i was looking forward to coming home to watch the rugby. It was the Bradford v Leeds derby match last night but we got slaughtered 44-2 and right now, Andy's watching his team Wigan get murdered in their traditional good friday derby with St Helen's. 22-0 and it's not half time yet! D'oh! Someones going to be grumpy for the rest of the day but Ifeel a little better in the knowledge that it's not just my team who's rubbish this season! If wigan win then i'll be in for some jibbing by Andy's dad tomorrow and I'm mot in the mood ;o)

I spent this morning taking pictures of Chili. He was in a very playful mood and has been pouncing on anything that moves and that usually means me or Andy... I have some photos of this savagery just incase you don't believe me that a cat so cute could be such a monster.

Here he is savaging my foot. He doesn't like these fluffy socks for some reason :0)


Anyway, i'd better get on with some housework... the joys of domestic bliss!