This is my first ever post in my first ever blog. Last night whilst thinking about starting a blog, millions of words anxiously begged to be let out. Now finally ready to write, they’ve made a hasty retreat back into the depths of safety.
I’ll put finger to keyboard and see where it leads.
New years eve has come and gone and for the second year running i awoke on new years day with no hangover. Gone are the days when new years eve consisted of doing a gig, drinking as much as possible, doing another then going on to an after party in a dark, smoky warehouse dancing till dawn. On the plus side there’s no waking up full of remorse and regret.
Hangovers and children are not a good mix and never will be. Luckily this year I got offered an early gig (8pm-11pm) which was ideal. Vicki came to meet me with a couple of friends and come 12 o’clock we were out on the street looking at Big Ben and the wonderful fireworks. They lit up the sky like Baghdad and left a smell like a smouldering match factory. We might’ve stayed in the venue where i was djing, but after my last tune which was Ray Charles’s ‘i’ve got a woman’ the next DJ started straying into David Guetta territory which was our cue to leave.
After toasting the new year with a bottle of champange drunk out of plastic cups we headed to Ronnie Scotts jazz club where a friend of ours and were treated to complimentary entry n drinks.
We were back home by about 4am which for NYE is very sensible.
We enjoyed a relaxing late breakfast before picking up the kids from their Uncle and Aunts house.
So today is day one, back to reality after the Xmas break. Vicki was back to work and I was back to trying to keep kaos to a minimum. I’ve already forgot to re book Theo’s injections but we did manage to get to the library and returned the late books. The Twinkle Twinkle book along with the TV remote went AWOL for many weeks but mysteriously reappeared just before i was about to throw in the towel and admit all the library lady.
Tomorrow we’re going to feed the ducks along the canal. There’s a huge mound of uneaten bread feastering away in the bread bin which we need to get rid of before the mould takes over the kitchen. Unfortunately the ducks territory has been overtaken by millions of seagulls. Like the urban fox, they’ve sussed out that life in London is easy pickings.