I refer to us being at the middle of the week of course, a phrase borrowed from someone, maybe Chris Evans, not sure.
The weekend was pretty successful. Legoland was full of lego, and people. We rode the big rollercoaster, at least it is the biggest there, as a family and Maggot 2 did have a couple of flutters during the ride, but by the end was talking about doing it again. We even, for the first and probably last time in our lives, bought the photo taken during the ride, since it just captured our delight beautifully.
Sunday saw the UK-based family, my in-laws, visiting for Sunday lunch. My mum was also over for a few days, but her knee pain kept her at home on Sunday, although she did come round for supper on Monday and it was great to see her. Walking is not easy, but she is doing all her exercises, and the consultant (nearly a personal friend, don't you know) was very pleased with her rehabilitation.
I am now in London doing my Tuesday to Thursday stint. We are in week 3 of our backlog clearing exercise, and are probably behind the curve with stuff closed, but with a large tidal wave of nearly finished stuff that may get us back on track by early next week. It is hard work keeping it going, and our need to drive everyone in the chain to deliver means we are probably being viewed as a right royal bunch of wotsits, but needs must and the devil drives a Volvo.
We had a team meeting last night in a couple of pubs, the latter with the footy on, followed by a nice meal at an owner-run pizza place. As for the footy, the least said the better. We never really got out of third gear, and maybe can just about frame an excuse in that our opponents, Montenegro, have yet to lose a game. In addition, Venus was in the ascendant, the tea leaves spoke of frustration and several commuters walking across Tower Bridge stepped on the cracks.