Windy Sunday

p>Today started when I woke up although I didn't especially want it to start seeing as I have a slight sleep deficit right now. I eventually dragged myself out of bed but didn't bother having a shower. After putting on the most comfortable clothes I could find even although it was a church day because I figured if I was going to not shave and look scruffy I might as well go the whole hog. The house was filled with the aroma of fresh-baked bread as before I'd went to bed I'd set the timer on my bread machine to bake some crusty fresh bread and have it ready for the morning just before Jamieboy picked me up. As soon as I'd brushed my teeth I went down and wrapped the bread up whilst it was still piping hot and I was ready just in time for Jamie coming to the door. I was sitting in the car chatting away and warming my hands on the bread and I was totally oblivious to the fact that weeali was in the back of the car. It was only when she eventually chipped in to the conversation that I realised she was there.

I gave the bread to Sbeila and she got to sit all through the service with a nice warm loaf of nice smelling bread next to her. Lunch was at her house today. I asked her not to pander to me and so I ate a whole slice of roast beef (which was a first for me) and 'green stuff' which is apparantly some sort of vegetable combination which I ate despite assurances that it was healthy. I felt I really should eat some vegetables seeing as last night when I got in I 'slightly' broke my diet by eating three tubes of pringles and a big slice of cake... mmmmmm... pringles and cake. We stayed at Sheila's all afternoon and then went back to church in the evening. Oh, the young people all ate the bread with their soup and nobody (to my knowledge) has died yet. I'm sure those who said they liked it were just being polite but even if it was good it'll be down to the breadmaker and not me. Onion Boy didn't bother coming to church but still came for the feed at lunch time.

After the evening service was a direction social. Onion Boy made rather rude comments about how much I speak so seeing as I was a wee bit tired I thought it'd be funny to just not say anything at all and just let everyone else go to the effort of making conversation. This lasted for a while before Onion Boy and Mervyn started picking on me. Onion Boy was also coming out with his social work pish about maturity and tantrums etc, not quite able to work out that I was just finding it funny... don't think me grinning and chuckling from time-to-time was enough for him. The final straw came when they poured a mixture of sugar and water all over me. I decided to leave because I knew that Onion Boy would then tell everyone I hadn't really gone home and I'd be back in a minute and I was just looking for attention and I was immature and pathetic etc etc... I thought it'd be really amusing to see, when he was proven wrong, whether he felt in the least bit guilty (Mervyn too). I can say with some degree of certainty that he didn't given that when he smashed my skull in by driving a golf ball at it he was more concerned about getting back for a BBQ than taking me to A&E... I say 'more'... but I should say 'only'.

I battled against the wind (did I mention I'd had my water stolen and poured on me by Mervyn) and made it to the bus stop and waited twenty minutes or so for the bus. Nobody came after me because nobody cares... I understand, nobody loves me. I got the bus home and then it really was a struggle to get up the hill to the house as the wind was really trying to blow me backwards but I made it eventually!

I'm wanting to see how long I can make everyone think I'm not talking to them but I can't afford to do it for too long as there's the party on Saturday and if I do too convincing an act nobody will come because they'll think I've genuinely fallen out with them! Oh dear!