I’m so sleepy today. I had a bad sleep. Shamrock came last
night brought Hub an I some lovely treats then cooked her dinner bless her, straight
from work if I knew I would have made her something. Anyway, we spoke for an
hour or so then I wondered where Hub had gone after his bath, he had gone to
bed. An early night for him he was exhausted must have been after his hair cut
experience the night before. Smile. So, I went to bed early, fell asleep about
midnightish, and woke just after one this morning then couldn’t get back to sleep
until after five today then our Son woke bless him for work just after half
five so I was awake then Hub got up for work at half six.
The night before yesterday, our Son kindly took his Dad for
a haircut to a new barber where my boys pals go. Oh, my word. Let me tell you
that Hub is, well, refined. Well-spoken and likes his fineries. We normally go
to a posh hairdresser in our city but the lovely guy who cuts our hair moved,
remember, I told you about him in another blog, well, I found him but it took
forever to do so, we got so lost and frustrated. I love him and will go again,
though not sure we will rely on our dogs and ourselves to do so next time,
possibly a taxi and bus. So, BW went to a new barber. Well, inside they have
very old-fashioned chairs with a reception desk which is basically an old door
still with its hinges and handles on.
They have old fashioned lamps on the wall and wooden beams
on the ceiling to make it look old fashioned. Oh, and the door by the way the
one used for a desk, still also had the glass in it.
So, quirky some would say, not so quirky when it came to the
staff. They wore caps and their clothes
were, well, different, and so on and their tattoos? One client just sat in the
chair laughing in a manic kind of way whilst the other guy asked one of the barbers
if he could come around to his house again as he quoted, needed a good old
smoke!
The music was our Sons kind of music, loud awful bad-mouthed
men singing about what they want to do to women men and anything that moves as
well as drugs.
I think Hub was glad to get out of there but he did say they
did a good haircut. Haha. They got back about seven in the evening and all four
of us had dinner laughing about the event.
We went out early last night to the pub quiz with our
friends. I can tell you, we were rubbish. The questions were so difficult and
normally I answer about five or seven was my best. I just tell them the
questions are well before e my time. Haha. Last night I answered three
questions. As for the picture quiz? It was the 2017 formula 1 racing drivers names
they were after and when you had their names, you had to match who they drove
for. Well, come on…
There were 54 questions yesterday and the top score was 35.
We got a shameful 20. And yes, we were last. There were a tiny amount of people
playing last night. Only four teams. Can you believe the team who won, there
were two of them? Only two to get that many. There were two questions I kicked
myself as they were so easy. Once I got the answers. One was who played the
Mother in the film Meet the Fockers… One of my favourite films I love thos kind
of movies and I really knew the answer, once it was told to me. The second
question was what was the name of the craft toy in the seventies? Oh, my, I loved
that toy. I even tried to get it for my Son when he was small as it was one of
my favourite things to play with as a little girl. So, the answers? And these
were the easiest answers, and I still didn’t get them. Firstly, for the film it
was Barbara Streisand and the toy? Fuzzy felts.
There were questions like who scored the goal for Liverpool,
between them and another team, I can’t even remember who they were, in 1972 and
what team did he play for beforehand? And, what nationality was Tintin from the
books “The adventure of Tintin? Well, I said he was foreign but our friend was
sure he was English, so our friend was trusted, so that was what was written. Hahaha.
I didn’t have a clue only his name wasn’t English. And the answer? Do you know
it? Well we didn’t, he was Belgian
Going to have a cup of tea now before writing a review for
someone and doing some editing then helping someone with their English
language. God help them… My dog is
wresting after assisting her Mum to get to the dentist today. Hub and I had to
go and Thank God Hub after months is on the mend as for me? Oh boy, I have to
go back in a month as does hub for him it’s not much for me a filling. I hate
the needles. My guide dog was so brilliant today, sometimes my eyes fill up
with pride and gratitude towards her. Today that was one of those days, or was
it just relief that I was out of the dentist? Having said that, she was a
lovely lady. For sure the nicest I have seen for years. Mind you, I may not say
that in a few weeks’ time… She is an Indian dentist and I chose her over the
one I saw last time as the last one English was so unprofessional and didn’t
fill me or Hub with confidents.
One of the best films. So funny.
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