Happy Birthday Dad

So yesterday was my dads birthday, and I thought that it warrented the post titled, even though most of what this post is not going to contain it.

Been a busy few days to be honest and I'm exhausted and sat chilling out with a cup of tea and a biscuit.

On Saturday, as we get used to having our own house and our own responsibilities, we went round quite a lot of the North East food shopping, trying to find cheap deals on our crisps, milk and frozen food, not forgetting the tinned peaches (some nutrients for me...). This left me pretty tired for the rest of the night. Its worrying me that I'm so exhausted, given that I'm meant to be going back to work, but I'm hoping a few days with my splints on and rest, i'll be absolutely fine.

Sunday helped, I went up to my parents house for Sunday dinner which was Roast Pork (Belly Pork... nom nom) and lots of crackling, which was absolutely divine. Sooo worth the wait for a Sunday dinner saying as it was my first "mum and dads Sunday dinner" since I moved out just under 2 months ago. My dad seemed glad to have me there, and was talking to me all about the football, which I enjoy, and then I came home to watch the England match...

The England match... what do I say about that then... we simply were not good enough. we deserved to be beaten in the 90 minutes and as per normal we are kicked out of Euro2012 by penalties, which is absolutely guttening. On a more positive note, most of the players had a genuine interest in wanting to win, and just need to build stamina and skills. Passion was there. In other words, its a work in progress :)

You will learn with me that I am football crazy and I will mention this again and again when the football season kicks off (I am a keen follower of Sunderland AFC, have a season ticket, and go to as many away games as possible).

In other news, I have read "Fifty Shades of Grey" this weekend, and it is pure fifth. There is no wonder that the American libraries have banned it, would I hell want kids to have any access to it. Soft Porn comes to mind, which also makes me question the thoughts and fantasies of the British public saying it is sold out in most bookstores and supermarkets. My sister has lovingly reassured me that the second book isnt as erotic, and that I might not wonder how this one became available for public sale, so I might try and read it.

Putting this book aside, I thoroughly recommend reading any James Patterson books that you get your mitts on.

So, in conclusion, and if you simply couldnt be bothered to read all of the above (I wouldnt blame you, it is mostly drivvel) I am knackered, I am looking forward to going back to work, I had a good weekend, I love Sunderland AFC and I love reading, although not filthy pornstar books.

If all that hasnt bored you to tears, watch this space, i'll let you know later on how the rest of my week goes.

In a bit people

xx