I had a brilliant weekend, well after Friday night when my drunk Boyfriend decided to wander off when we were supposed to be attending a party together so I had to track him down and drag his sorry arse home. I was rather distressed at the whole situation but soon sorted it out. Confessed a few home truths to my sister-in-law about our relationship but he apologised and hopefully it won't happen again. He's out with his mates on Thursday night, there's no chance he will be sober, so let's see what his behaviour is like. Men!!!
Anyway.... Saturday and Sunday were spent with my family, and my boyfriend and his son. I visited my grandparents who are both ill at the moment. Grandad has been diagnosed with lung cancer and my nan is in hospital with a suspected broken hip but she is very weak and quite drowsy most days.
The house is absolutely gleaming as I spent all weekend cleaning. Although the honours of cleaning out the duck house went to Boyfriend.
All in all, a nice weekend - even though after writing I realise that visiting grandparents, having a steaming row with my fella on Friday night and watching Spurs lose again were all quite depressing.
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