Out with the relatives at the weekend for an Indian meal at White shops, new place just opened. Went there on the opening night but didn't remember what the food tasted like as l was pretty pissed (had been with my brother all day). This time was better but l foolishly forgot to say no coriander on my food as l can't stand the bloody stuff - tastes like washing up liquid. Anyhows, everyone had a good time (there were eight of us), and we then retired to the Wine bar a few doors down, where we stayed till 2/3am. Walked home and the wife's sister lost her handbag, but was still in a good mood. God knows when everyone left our house, but Dazzer (brother in law) slept on the settee as no-one could wake him.
Up at lunchtime the next day for the Chelsea against Manchester United game. Another poor performance from United and it is certainly squeaky bum time now. Hope they go out and attack attack attack on Tuesday against Barcelona, could do with a good game at the moment. Rooney didn't look too good when he came off, hope he's fit in time. l predict 3-1 to United (if they go for it).
No change with mother. Still being sick, drugs and steroids not working at the moment (if they ever will). Just got back from the hospital, running out of things to talk about. Eating plenty of her fruit pastels though. Toodle pip
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