So i was just woken up from a very nice sleeps.
An old freind of my Dad's has come over for a week from France to rennovate a house for someone.
I havent't seen him since i was about 8 or something, but i remember he was an awesome guy.. He still is! now, he's been stopping with us here, and brough over some french wine with him .. bad idea ..
They were all up till 2am last night supping bottles, but tonight i've been woken up twice.
the first time my dad had come up to bed, and managed to knock a 32" TV off it's pedestal and bust a hole in the laminate flooring in their bedroom.
The second was because the guy who has been stopping with us had rushed upstairs to get me because my Mum was upset, so i went down, she was wasted.. we all talked for a bit, then suggested we all get to sleep.
This is great, if you can walk!
Long story short, i had to pull her UP the stairs, and then pull her accross her bedroom floor, and with the help of said friend, hoist her into bed next to my oblivious snoring Dad.
What an impression to make after not seeing someone in 15 years, eh?
This is one of the main reasons i feel i can't move out. Whilst i was helpinng her up the stairs i was stood at the side where the banister should be (it was removed years ago) and more than once, she fell heavilly onto me. Had i of not been there, she would of definately fallen off the edge of the stairs, and, well, .. yeah.
I admit, it's rare they get *that* drunk, but there have been a few episodes i won't ever let them forget.
So joy! it's 03.23 and i feel wide awake. i have work in a few hours so i might as well stay up.
And i heard Mr Jackson has died?
Idol to millions, he influenced many peoples lives, i enjoyed his music, his choreography, although he was creepy in places.
I hope he can finally be left in peace.
Morning all.
Current Location: Basket
Current Mood: awake