Sunday, April 29, 2007

When Hottie Comes

This coming week is pretty much like all of my other recent weeks - busy, but with a slight difference. Monday the Norwich Chant Collective celebrates Beltane. Yay! Like all good festivals it encorporates wine, friends and song. Fabulous. It's a festival dedicated to fertility, mayhem and fun. Tomorrow we meet round the bonfire for storytelling, chant, dance and frolicks round a maypole. What's even better is that it happens the day before my birthday.

One of the best parts of the week happened yesterday, when Hottie was waiting for me when I came home from work. After Hottie had her fix of Dr Who, we trotted out to get KFC. When we were going in for our portions of heart attack and stroke, an interesting thing happened. A fire truck parked up and out jumped a fireman. Now friends of mine will know, I do have a weakness for men in uniform (how pleased am I that I have my own now?), and as he queued behind us, he seemed to be a friendly sort. So much so that when we headed out to the car park, he invited Hottie to sit in his (very large) fire truck. I confess, I too had a go when Hottie had tired of sitting in the front seat with these very buff firemen. What an amazing view.

No, not them, you filthy minded individuals. The view from up high. Given that I am a short arse, I quite like checking out the view from upon high. The fire truck cab is a bit lower than a double decker bus and the chasis seemed to move about more. The driver, who sat there as if strange women climbing into the cab, clutching their KFC dinners was an everyday experience, did admit that there was a large cool factor driving at speed in this monster with the sirens going. I can imagine.

By the way. I've decided I'm going to be 36 + 1. I like 36 as a number, and I like even numbers. It's special to me. Good things have happened this year and I'm reluctant to leave it behind. Therefore, I will add numbers on to it rather than lose it all together. It's my own special Roses logic, you don't have to understand it, just accept it.

9 comments:

  1. Well, it looks like someone's having a week filled with some serious birthday fun! :)

    Frolicks round a maypole, hot ones, firemen...

    What's next? The Viking turns up complete with flashing lights and takes you into "protective custardy" on account of you being "too gorgeous" ? :)

    Do I mean "custardy" ? It looks somewhat... yellower than I feel it ought.

    Oh, and no offence, but I bet that picking up random women and having them sit in the cab IS an everyday experience ;)

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  2. Anonymous6:46 pm

    When is the birthday? I must get a card! And, knowing me, post sometime around June amidst profuse apologies...

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  3. IM ~ 'protective custardy'? While I am rather hoping he will appear as if by magic, I don't think custard will play a big part in birthday celebrations. That's a bit too kinky for my liking, not to mention gooey.

    Gertie ~ a card eventually is fine. You've got enough more than enough on your plate to worry about my card. It's just fab that you're my friend.

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  4. I hope you have a great birthday
    Love Joanne xxx

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  5. Anonymous12:36 pm

    I'm very envious of your fire engine story...there's something about them isn't there?

    Enjoy Beltane, sounds wicked fun and have a really lovely birthday!

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  6. Happy birthday to you,
    Happy birthday to you,
    Haaaappyyyy birthday dear Roooooooses,
    Happy birthday to you! :)

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  7. Happy Birthday.

    I like the +1 logic. I tried to introduce the number Twenteen when I didn't want to leave my teens behind.

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  8. Anonymous6:27 pm

    Happy birthday to you
    happy birthday to you
    happy birthday dear Roses
    Happy birthday to you!

    Enjoy your day (with or without custard) and loving the roses logic!

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  9. Awww...thanks guys, that's really lovely of you.

    I've had a great time. So much so, I'm beginning to realise 37, isn't that scary a number.

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