A Day in the Life

Apologies for the terribly long delay in posting this blog, especially after my fellow bloggers kept up to date. I’ve forgotten the exact time-line, so have just written a rough account of the day.

Wake up and wonder where I am. This is a recurring theme. I am always at home, but wake up confused regardless…

Head off to the hairdressers with Lee and read gossip magazines and listen to the Glasgae banter while we wait. I love the hairdressers. It is friendly and has no pretensions. Lee gets his haircut and I listen to the girl next to me have a conversation on her mobile phone.

*Please note the phrase “I wis like ‘at” means “I was like that”. It is a nonsensical West coast phrase which I love. It means I was shocked. The speaker usually pulls a shocked face. Conversation goes thus:

“An’ I saw her comment on Bebo and I wis like ‘at, WHIT! Who are you? Whit ye dain? And she was looking aw smug an’ that. An’ I sent her a message, I tellt her, I made it clear no? I am telling ye, I wis like ‘at. Pure cunt. I tell ye. So you goin oot the night? That Anne-Marie is coming and she is pure crazy. She never gets oot so she will be pure mad. Hyper. Does ma tits in. But she’s a guid laugh no? Last time I saw her on a nigt oot, I wis like ‘at.”

Sometimes I have no tolerance for overhearing a person’s phone conversation, but this one was full of gossip. I hope I don’t come across as being a snob, it seriously doesn’t bother me how a person speaks. I hate the common arrogance that people have towards others - terming anyone with a strong accent a ned or a chav. It’s social snobbery. But off my soapbox, that is off-topic. The point I’m making - I don’t mind Scottish slang and I love the odd little idiosyncrasies people let slip when they talk. I like to absorb other people’s catchphrases.

Go to bakers and share a wee pie and duck wrap.

Head home. Tidy up while Lee has a shower.

Lee makes salsa and bakes garlic croutons.

Go for an afternoon nap.

Wake up to the phone ringing and the alarm clock going off at exactly the same time. It’s Lee’s Dad calling from Seattle and they have a chat.

Get changed and go drive with Lee to our friend Keir’s house. The motorway is busy with cars from the football traffic.

We arrive to Keir rushing about the kitchen. I ask what he’s got to do and he pauses to rattle off a list that he’s clearly sticking to. Good organisation. Lee helps chop herbs and chillies, I wash mushrooms and pimentos. The yummy smells are driving me crazy with hunger pangs.

People start arriving an hour later. We all have a few drinks, then a HUGE feast of food, though I forgot to take a photograph. The photo above is of the homemade Caesar salad with garlic croutons. We ate - pasta, prawns, salads, pimentos, chicken and mushroom bake, pesto and much, much more. YUM!

And that was my day. We crash at Keir’s. All in all, a fun, food-filled day - perfect!

UPDATE: Passing the next day onto Marceline.