Home Alone

Not like Macauley Culkin, but as you probably well know, I have spent most of this week with an empty house and freedom to do what I like with it, bar any mad parties, of course. The Parents Mitten returned today from their relaxing trip to the Lake District, and Sister Mitten is nearing Vietnam in the latest episode of her world tour. For 4 days then, I have been playing loud enough music and making food at 2am, simply because I could.

I'm glad these 4 days happened. It's been a fantastic 4 days, full of sun, (of sorts), fun and ridiculous times and although I am heading back to work tomorrow, for what will surely be 8 of the slowest hours in human times, I am still in a devilishly good mood. Adding to the fact I am missing out on an afternoon of drinking and party at the Palace of Beddoe, while slaving away behind a till, classic Mitten convention states I should be in the lowest of all low moods, but I'm simply not. Of course, I am disappointed to be missing out on what will surely be a fun afternoon, but I will be joining them after work for more drunken antics in Bedford town, so at least I can go to work, looking forward to the night ahead.

These 4 days have taught me a lot aswell. I got the feeling that the Parents Mitten didn't really trust me at home by myself, thinking I may let it turn into a pig sty or rent it out for domestic insurgents to use, leaving me a list of instructions etcetera etcetera. I've done well though I think, and even cleaned the house to a decent enough standard to leave a disappointed returning Mother Mitten with little to do.

After what can only be described as a "relatively damp" night last night, I EVENTUALLY got to sleep at around 6am, after strangely feeling like I should do the washing-up at 4:30am and even a bit of hoovering, as you do. However, I was awoken by Ian The Plumber attempting to break in at 9:30am after I had locked the door. I went downstairs, looking rather jaded, to let him in, and went back to sleep, only to wake up to another empty house in the middle of the afternoon. Since then, I have done a bit of cleaning, and went to a pub quiz, where we faired averagely before a trip to McDonalds and home again. It's currently 00:45, and with work at 2 tomorrow, followed by another night out on the town!

If you want my honest opinion, Dara O'Briain is going to have to jump from behind a bush and accompany us on this night if it is going to beat last nights. Sorry, but I feel, after contemplation, that last night was possibly the 1st/2nd best night I've ever had in Bedford. Yes, I say that a lot. But last night was just so... different. So unexpected. So insane. I will definitely enjoy it however, and with no work and cricket to wake up for the next day, I can once more go all out... To the enjoyment of the fellow Hawkers!

I do have work at 6am on Sunday morning though... I cannot imagine that going too well... Me, waking up at 5:30 in the morning? Nope. Me neither.