I have had some fun at work, and son anti-fun. These have appeared at each end of my week, separated by a Wednesday, because as any physicist worth her salt knows, if you mix fun and anti-fun you end up in Scunthorpe.
That reminds my of the old "Acrington Stanley, who are they?" advert.
At home, we have finished decorating Maggot 2's bedroom, which is looking lovely, so lovely in fact that a smile almost broke out on Maggot 2's face, something the teen police are investigating as a potential case of excessive exposure of teenage joy.
We have a wedding this weekend, just for adults, starting with a "quiet" couple of beers and a curry tonight, and all day tomorrow from 2pm. I am even wearing a tie, which does not sit well with me, but a necessary evil to gain access to all the free drink.
Maggot 2 has football training Saturday and a "friendly" match on Sunday, against the team now named as our number one nemesis. Let's call them The Team Who Cannot be Named. We are due a win, and after last week's positive showing (by effort if not score) against the team who will likely be top, or near the top, of the league this coming season, we hope to give The Team Who Cannot be Named a right tonking.
If the weather stays fine, I may even cut the grass.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.