What a busy weekend!
I know, they all are busy but this weekend was even busier than usual.
It all started on Friday already. I had after work
drinks & the kids had their usual sport. Luckily Himself was able to sort
the kids out and I managed to get home in time to put together a pan of mac
& cheese out of the oven the moment they walked in the door.
On Saturday, Tiger had another football (soccer)
match, which I gave a skip to go to the hairdresser. I just had to do something
about my tresses! Just a quick cut & run and then back home to do a couple
of loads of washing.
Cat had a swimming competition in the afternoon so
after Himself & Tiger got home from football it was time to leave for that.
Poor girl was so disappointed. She thought she had a
false start in the breaststroke and stopped dead … (there was no false start)
so she came in 4th. Backstroke
was okay but it’s not her best. She did, however, manage to pick up a bronze
medal for freestyle (crawl). Sadly Himself & I only heard about it after
the fact since we on were the train on our way to Paris when she swam that.
Yes we were in Paris
on Saturday night. The Springboks were
playing rugby against the French on Saturday night. We were meeting up with two
of the guys I work with, and their friend/wives to watch the game.
As expected the Springboks did not disappoint and beat
the French 19/10, on their home grounds.
I’ll admit that it wasn’t the most exiting of games
but it is always fun to watch a live match.
After the game we all went and got a couple of
drinks. Himself & I made our way to
another part of Paris
and then made our way back to the train station. We were on the first train
back on Sunday morning.
Now, all of this would have been fine, and fun. But then,
while we were waiting for our train at
the station. Just sitting there, minding our own business this guy approached
us and started hassling us.
So Himself just spoke to him till he got bored and
walked off, only to come back with 5 friends. Then they started getting really
aggressive and insulting. So we got up and asked them to leave us alone. Only
they didn’t and tried to get us to react even more.
Now, normally something like this never happens. Himself
is not the kind of person who looks like a victim.
Anyway, I managed to convince Himself not to react,
despite them throwing a glass bottle at us and ran off down the stairs,
obviously hoping to draw us after them.
So, we ended our night with a bit of ‘excitement’,
hopped on the train and came back home. I got about 2 hours sleep, got up to
make us something to eat and then I had to go fetch the kids from my parents. Needless to say I was dead asleep before 10
last night. My poor husband had to work and it turned out to be another long
night. He only got home at 3:30 this morning. Poor guy was broken this morning.