Does NOT do social

This was well and truly confirmed on Saturday. All hyper and excited and dancing in the shower to Disco Inferno after my 10k. Then as leaving time approached I felt very very sick. Did the usual faffing because I don't want to go and was late.

The helping Gill to make party 'bags' and prep food before the party bit was absolutely brilliant. Her house is awesome and full of very interesting stuff and it was great not quite hanging out with her. I guess its a sign of trust for someone to leave you alone in their house an hour after you first ever visit.  Found out what the Driftwood poem arranging was for. Nice postcards for all the guests. The butterflies theme on them, and the ones on the wall were freaking me out a bit... but that's due to stuff between me and God.

Perfected the cheese board arrangement, and added 'floaty bits' to the punch...

 Was doing ok until a comment from Gill and then the first guests arriving.. then had Aspie in a corner flipout. Had moments of being able to manage short conversations, but was basically absolute rubbish. Got very stressed at the behaviour that seems to be perfectly ok for men, and yet if I'd done it. Had to go sit on the stairs when they messed with the cake.

But hey.. it is the coolest house ever...

The two on the right are to blame for G passing her test..

Amazingly eloquent and lovely speech given prior to cake cutting. Shame I was hiding in the corner..

Luckily someone else was in a better position..

Went and hid in the agreed place after this. Seems I hid far too well though, as I could not be found. Schoolboy error though expecting me to be on the bed, not curled in the corner on the floor.

Anyway. The party became perfect after almost everybody had left. Was such a laugh sat outside by the fire with Gill branding her feet, until it rained then we adjourned to the kitchen. We tried and failed to fix her phone. I tried logical tech things like swapping sim cards around between phones to establish the cause. Gill just tried the kiss of life on the sim card..

Sadly had to go sleep at around three. When Gill realised I wasn't kidding about having to work Sunday morning.

Jar Jar is more than a little scary to wake up to! Although only I was brave enough to sleep in that room.. the 'man' didn't dare.

Hate working at Go sometimes. And 10am Sunday was one of those times. Made it by 2 mins.

So. Was perfect before and after the party. Just the actual party bit I couldn't do and hated myself. Should know by now to stay away from the real world.

Can't wait for film night :-)

On the Ball City!!!

Bed at 2:30am. Up at 6:50am. Throw everything in the back of Bumble and off home.. to get clean and get my shirt on ready to be out the door at the prescribed ten o clock. Well, put the wind up Ma by singing OTBC when I arrived, and proudly showed them my clutch cover and did the usual paranoid faff before leaving, but made it out at ten.

No-one got the subtle 'Quai sera sera' post on Facebook, so had to be a bit more obvious with 'we're going to Wembley' ...

Fun and games with parking. Dad's plan hadn't extended that far. His reason was 'he didn't want to think about it'. Too late for apps to help us, but Ma spotted a lane and Pops charmed the vicar's wife!
Made it to Wembley Park, flashback to the Olympics..

One for Gill..

So Dad nearly had heart failure at the price of a burger and chips, and I kept disappearing to collect/deploy munzees..

Fantastic being part of a sea of yellow and green :-)

We went in the posh entrance.. was very weird being treated like someone important..

Didn't seem like a football ground!

Its huuuuuuuge!

Apologies now for the amount of selfies..

Jon and Jamos...

Into the cauldron of fire!

All being sick into a bucket.. at least thats what we all felt like..

And they're off..

Favourite photos of the day..

Norwich off to a brilliant start.. a sneaky beaky Redmond goal and then another! Can't be true..

More like the Norwich we know and love..

Took about 27 years, but my scarf finally made it to Wembley!

I'm sorry, what does that scoreboard say??!

Ah yes..

Catching up with the nephew..

Mother cheekily using my flag as on 'Old Lady Blanket' to keep her legs warm..

Always tense watching City..

High Fiiiiive....

We did indeed keep the green flag flying high..

We're going up, up, up...

We ARE premier league..

For the entire day Pops had looked nervous. He then progressed to pale and sick, and possibly about to have a heart attack. At around 85 mins he suddenly decided that not even Norwich could throw this away, and started to look slightly relieved..

and at 90 manages actually happy!

The team about to collect the cup. Seems strange that you get a cup for effectively ending up in third place.

Really like this about Delia.. we have an owner that genuinely cares about the club and knows the players.. not some Russian billionaire or some Malaysian thats never seen a football match..

Slightly aggressive high five!

Winners!!!

And there's our boy Stephen..

Why thank you Wembley

Come on... Let's be having you!!!

So. Amazing day spent draped in a flag. Even better with the family all there together. Thanks Pops and Jon for the tickets and the driving and everything.