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It’s Gaz Top Non-stop at the moment. But then it’s always Gaz Top Non-Stop these days. Especially for Gaz Top. Although I think he’s stopped being Gaz Top now, so feel a bit let down.
Thanks to the 5% of you who understood that paragraph.
We’re having the weekend off work, though apparently still have to look after our kids, which is harder than working, so where’s the justice. We had friends over to stay with their similarly aged kids, though twice the number of kids, even with twice the number of adults is five times the carnage. I fell asleep in a chair at 5pm as I looked after the older two. Which was OK as they are old enough to probably not put their fingers in the plug sockets. Still probably be best to be awake while looking after them. If one of mine dies then that’s my problem, but if you end up killing one of your guests’ kids on your watch then that is quite the social faux pas.
To keep myself in the party spirit I was once again attempting to drink alcohol free beer. It may be a sign that my resolve is fading - my weight is certainly sliding upwards again as I snack my way through the stress of being so far behind on my writing- but the other day we had pizza and I really wanted a beer, so I ordered a couple of packs of no-alcohol beer to see if that would work.
It still felt like all the down side of beer drinking with none of the good bit - I had three pretend beers over the course of the afternoon and evening and felt bloated. It did make me feel a bit tipsy, but to be fair I think that’s just the tiredness. Just getting too exhausted to do basic things is the best drug in the world.
We ate heartily and everyone else celebrated the kids going to sleep why drinking in front of the fire. It was pretty cool, but I really just wanted to go to bed. Politeness meant that I felt I had to stay up past eleven, as these people had made the effort to come to the middle of nowhere to see us, but I’d regret being polite in the morning when I could barely drag myself from bed to look after my stupid son.
I finally made my excuses and left at 11.30pm. With a bit of luck I might get seven hours sleep.
Once I stayed up all night to get lucky (I never did actually - I always liked sleeping too much) and now I consider it lucky if I am in bed and asleep as soon as humanly possible. Which is appropriate for a man of my advancing years.
