Trust me to end up in Bournemouth in Winter !... I would have been there months ago if a certain person had not broken their ankle !...
So, July, wow, what a hot month... I know it was hot because...
July 13th ... my wife Claire goes out drinking with friends... and drinks, and drinks... and drinks some more... me, im sat at home, luckily I was not in the mood for beer that night, so agreed to be taxi service and pick Claire up from her friends flat at the end of the night.
The call comes in, quite a few times, drunk shouts from Claire and her friend down the phone "Anddddyyyyyy... come overrrrr... have a beeeerrrr ... don't be boooooring" etc. etc. but in the end they get the message, im not setting foot in that flat, i'll be outside.
Well, the final call comes in, Claire sounds suitably pissed; I drive over to pick her up ... only to end up finding her at the bottom of the stairs at her friends flat after tripping over a tennis racket (well that's her excuse) and in lots of pain.... long story short... ambulance to Royal Berkshire hospital to get a broken ankle fixed:
What followed was 12 weeks of hell for me... trying to do a full time job, cook, walk our dogs, walk Claire's dogs, do the horses, sort out kids, help Claire do basic stuff like washing... oh, and not forgetting all the drugs I had to pump into her, the injections being the worse.
I gave up doing my hair and bothering with my appearance... it was too hot and I was too stressed !... (don't worry, I have started to grow it back now !)
So, basically a hot sunny July that turned out rubbish ... !