It is the same with my Friday title. One of the only responses I have ever had to a blog, rather than several rather lovely letters from Mrs Trellis from North Wales, was from Golfy, complaining that I had not used the "And . . . relax" title on one Friday.
Truth is, I always struggle with the titles, so having just one a week that needs no thinking works for me.
Anyhow, enough of the dozi*, let me actually tell you something.
This weekend sees another one of the legendary lazy weekends. When I say lazy, I mean that we do not have any specific social engagements. We have swimming and tennis, and I will probably mow the lawn if the weather is good, and do some tree-lopping of the weather is fair, and maybe even a little dozing if the weather is. However, we have nothing "booked" so will be doing just enough to avoid cabin fever, but no more.
We do have a number of birthdays coming up, starting with Maggot 2, followed by me and then LO. Now, every year I have some kind of scare, when I leave things too late and then panic-buy a card or present, or maybe even both. Each year I swear that next year will be different. Each following year it is not. I am not really sure what is going on here, but I think deep down my subconscious believes I am useless at presents and so should just avoid them. Unfortunately, this is not LO's analysis, her view being more that I cannot be bothered and that just proves I don't care, or some version of that, sometimes more and sometimes less severe, depending on the misdemeanor I did prior to the outburst. All this sounds a bit "under the thumb", but I can assure you it is. Is not I mean.
We may well also rent a Blu-ray with 3D to watch on our new TV. I have to say, it is a gimmick, and not something I expect us to do very often, but Saturday night (at least until Strictly starts) is good for a family film, we have the damn glasses so we had better have a go.
I hope you have a good weekend. Speak next week.
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