Woke up this morning at about 9ish and had some breakfast. Faffed about doing nothing for a bit and then Melissa went off to aquanatal and Yoga. I tried to fill the void left in my life by the completion of Arkham Asylum with some CODBO but it just wasn't the same. I got frustrated and enraged and quit after about an hour.
At 2pm I covered the dining room table and chairs with dust sheets and then did the same for my drum kit in the lean-to building in preparation for the new doors we're getting fitted between the two rooms. There's a chance my brother in law will be coming round tomorrow to fit them. Fingers crossed.
Melissa came home from baby stuff, had a bath and we headed into Liverpool for a Red Hot Buffet. We got there before they opened and were first in the queue. The food was alright, and considering there was 130 or dishes to choose from there wasn't much variety. Having said that we both put away 3 plate fulls plus dessert.
After that we sat in the sun for a bit and groaned under the weight of the consumed banquet before heading very slowly up to the Empire to see John Cleese. We met my parents, and then went inside and took out (very good seats). It was incredibly hot and therefore uncomfortable for both of us, but moreso my moderately pregnant wife (who kept asking "who's John Cleese?") but the show was very good. More of an "after dinner speech" type thing than a standup gig, but very entertaining nonetheless.
We came home, Melissa, knackered, has gotten into bed while I right this and continue to groan under the weight of my own distended gut.
Back to work tomorrow, but I'll leave you with this image. Do not adjust your monitors ladies and gentleman. Your eyes are not deceiving you, this is blue ice cream.
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