Sunday mornings are a strange thing, on the one hand I have the glorious luxury of not having to go to work... but on the other I have the awful spectra of Monday morning looming!

Sundays are usually a chilled affair, first its sitting in bed with a cup of tea reading the latest edition of Private Eye, followed by more tea sat in the living room writing this. This is the best part of the day, the furthest part from Monday morning, but also the time of day when everything is still ("still what" you say.... no, just still!)
Later today its lunch at the "in-laws" which is always a feast of food and wine, not too much wine for me this time though due to an unfortunate event a couple of weeks ago (which I can't believe I didn't blog about) in which we had a dinner party, my friend David came to stay for the weekend and my partners two sisters came with their boyfriends.
It was a very pleasant evening, nice food, lots of booze... Pims, red wine, the boyfriends were drinking Bud' (of course), all was going well until David and myself, the only ones drinking red wine came too the last drop and in a moment of panic remembered the bottle of white in the fridge. Now, white wine does not agree with me, a drop has not passed my lips in 20 years due to an unfortunate incident back then when two friends and myself went out for a little mid week drink, lets just say after 10 bottles none of us went to work the next day and I developed an almost psychological aversion to the white poison.
Anyway, back to the dinner party, it should be pointed out that even before the red wine we were pretty much wasted but with the white things took a turn for the worse.

Now normally when people say they can't remember what they did under the influence of drink I tend to think " fuck off" what a pathetic excuse for making a twat of yourself.... well, I'm sorry to say but thats what happened to me, even now two weeks later I have flash backs to that night and remember something truly excruciatingly embarrassing that I slurred and blush to myself. David and Tim have seen me pissed before, David has known me for at least 17 years and we have been clubbing together in Brum many times so we have both witnessed the other the worse for wear.
No, my embarrassment is because I made a twat of myself in front of Tim's sisters.
SO, today is the first time we have all been together since that night and hand on my heart I haven't had one drink since then. Will I today? Well maybe just to be sociable!
That will take up most of the day, at some point I have to clean out the chickens, which is done on a rotation basis, one week I take everything to bits and scrub, the other like today, is a brush out and spray with poultry cleaner.

Tonight is a fab night on the TV, not only do we have the final ever episode of Prime Suspect, but also on BBC3 at 9pm is the start of Torchwood, the new Doctor Who spin off with the gorgeous John Barrowman.
Now, maybe I'm easily pleased, but the fact that in Britain we have the BBC investing huge sums of money in a sci-fi/action show with a bisexual main character, who for once isn't playing the funny side kick or the geek in the lab but who instead is a kick ass action hero is extremely satisfying, and that this character is played by an openly gay man! Well lets just say, the times they are a changin'.
The only problem is, both shows are on at the same time and since we don't have Sky+ anymore I have to fanny around trying to get the DVD recorder to record one of them, this piece of equipment would make Doctor Who scratch his head ( too many geeky references?)
So that is my day, and with dog walking and going out for newspapers, that pretty much it... did I mention I have to go to work in 20 hours?