What a weekend! Friday saw Kate and I heading up to London early doors to attend a pop-up Moët Academy. Neither of us knew what to expect, but I was going as it obviously involved champagne drinking, and she was going as she likes champagne, has a sense of adventure, a healthy budget and a kind habit of indulging my folly. We were greeted with a glass of water which was not what I was expecting but after a 360 degree tour of the virtual vineyard for 45 minutes, the serious business of tasting began. They first gave us Prosecco so that we could all spit it into our branded Moët buckets in disgust... I surprised myself by not being the biggest champagne snob in there. Other people took it really properly seriously. I was just trying to guzzle as many free bubbles as possible before being kicked out. With the help of a winning smile and a wink at the barman I think Kate and I possibly banked more than our fair share... We glided giggling down in the lift as we were thrown out, hoping to find the loos on the way and wishing au revoir to our fellow connoisseurs; only to take a wrong turn and have to go back in the lift to the toilet as we had done a drunken loop and had to drift past the same people once again, feeling just a little less sophistimacated... Fortunately as we left the building I was immediately propositioned by a tramp. I didn't want to take up his kind offer for a drink but I think he had correctly sussed out the alcoholic capability of his proposed drinking partner if perhaps not quite the class... Cue Kate and Nikki heading to Bubbledogs for hot dogs and more champagne.
Saturday I hopped on a train and joined my husband in Redditch for Lindsey's 40th. Stu was picking me up at the station but I stomped straight past him as I was so convinced that he wouldn't bother getting out of the car to come and meet me - who says romance is dead after nearly ten years of marriage?! He bought me lunch, then I reluctantly shelled out for dinner but then turned up cashless to the party, which of course was cash only. My darling husband used to be a right tight-wad when I met him but has morphed into generosity itself, (well nearly). Grumping away he was that I didn't have the readies, until he found out it was £4.65 for a pint and a glass of wine. Got to love a social club in the Midlands! Suddenly I was no longer the devil incarnate and for possibly the only time in my life was a bit of a cheap date.
Good job, as today I reversed at speed into a brand new Audi. Well done me. I left a note on the window that said: 'Hello, I'm Nikki. I crashed into your car; sorry.' and my phone number. What else is there to say? A very nice, understanding gentleman left a voicemail for me whilst I was watching 'Zootropolis' at the cinema and I rang him back playing the helpless, dumb blonde (yes - it was acting, of course), and we had a very civilised and St Albans conversation about how my insurance was going to go up and never, ever come down again but ho, ho, ho as long as nobody was hurt and yes of course it could happen to ANYONE, so all was okay. The patronising subtext was of course, 'stupid f-ing women drivers' but hey, we rode it out. I now need to deal with the fortnight of ribbing from my husband and father of course...
Three and a half day week coming up followed by tenth wedding anniversary celebrations in Cornwall, a birthday and then two weeks off. Not too shabby. This Monday is showing Mondays what they should be like (car crash excepted). Roll on tomorrow and my form's 'ISIS assembly'. We are treading the thin and controversial line to get a powerful message across. What could possibly go wrong with an ethnically diverse, dramatically challenged, 'interesting' Year 7 form led by a possibly slightly hungover, dangerous reverser of a form tutor? I'll let you know... ;-)
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