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Dec. 24th, 2011 10:31 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
hathycolI am hathycol on Dreamwidth, for those interested and recently added. I crosspost everything, but have currently just refused to renew my paid account, which ran out today. We shall see what happens.
It is now Christmas, and I have four days off work. I had Plans. They were good plans. Richie has been on nights all week, so last night I went out with work but didn't stay out and drink; instead, I came home early, curled up with some wine, and went to bed late due to a combination of the nieghbours having a mad party and wanting to try and be helpful to Richie when he tries to turn his sleep schedules around today. I was even reasonably calm when party decided to have massive row next to adjoining wall. This is because CHRISTMAS WAS HERE and I was excited, and pleased, to have a Christmas with Richie to look forward to.
Richie came home. I have no idea what happened in the next two hours, but he crawled into bed, then promptly threw up (I have never, ever moved so fast to get a bucket). I obviously got out of bed and found Richie's coat in the bath, covered in laundry powder and water. It's a dry clean only coat. Also found half a bacon and egg MacMuffin in the hallway. No idea what's happened. He is now fast asleep, and snoring, so I figure I'll leave him there until 2.00pm and then wake him up.
We were meant to be having a nice meal tonight, with a bottle of wine we'd stashed away. I was really looking forward to a long lie-in. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to hope he feels a bit perkier when I try and pull him out of bed later on today. Lord knows what I'll do with the ingredients for a three-course meal, the last of which I bought at late night shopping last night. Maybe I'll just cook for myself if Richie still isn't feeling up to it.
Will be away from the internet for the next few days; we're going to my parent's tomorrow, and will come back the day after Boxing Day. Be good, don't break anything.
It is now Christmas, and I have four days off work. I had Plans. They were good plans. Richie has been on nights all week, so last night I went out with work but didn't stay out and drink; instead, I came home early, curled up with some wine, and went to bed late due to a combination of the nieghbours having a mad party and wanting to try and be helpful to Richie when he tries to turn his sleep schedules around today. I was even reasonably calm when party decided to have massive row next to adjoining wall. This is because CHRISTMAS WAS HERE and I was excited, and pleased, to have a Christmas with Richie to look forward to.
Richie came home. I have no idea what happened in the next two hours, but he crawled into bed, then promptly threw up (I have never, ever moved so fast to get a bucket). I obviously got out of bed and found Richie's coat in the bath, covered in laundry powder and water. It's a dry clean only coat. Also found half a bacon and egg MacMuffin in the hallway. No idea what's happened. He is now fast asleep, and snoring, so I figure I'll leave him there until 2.00pm and then wake him up.
We were meant to be having a nice meal tonight, with a bottle of wine we'd stashed away. I was really looking forward to a long lie-in. Oh well. I suppose I'll just have to hope he feels a bit perkier when I try and pull him out of bed later on today. Lord knows what I'll do with the ingredients for a three-course meal, the last of which I bought at late night shopping last night. Maybe I'll just cook for myself if Richie still isn't feeling up to it.
Will be away from the internet for the next few days; we're going to my parent's tomorrow, and will come back the day after Boxing Day. Be good, don't break anything.
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Date: 2011-12-24 11:32 am (UTC)Ah well, he's not the only one to have done something similar, whatever it was. Hope he recovers well, and that you both have a good break.