The big event is looming, the event whose name we cannot mention. Let's just say that LO has us marching like a dressage thoroughbred and the to-do list is prominently displayed. Only the fickle and those tired of life would ignore it.
Otherwise, I am hoping for a bit of a "And . . . relax" kind of weekend. I really ought to sort out the bathroom fan, so that may well be Sunday's joy, but otherwise I hope and pray for a dodgy Sunday Afternoon Film and a few zeds.
I had better go make the sandwiches for the Maggots' lunches, and knock up some of my finest Flahavan's Jumbo Oats porridge. If I have not mentioned these yet, then shame on me. If I have and you are still reading, shame on you. These are, in my opinion**, simply the best porridge oats I have ever eaten. Large, nutty and with a good bite even after cooking. I absolutely love them.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week. Oh, and Golfy, take it easy.
------------------------------------* I know it is not good to laugh at your own jokes, but I did have a little chuckle at that one.
** and as if to prove that giving man, and women, free thought is not always a good thing, LO does not agree with me.