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Friday, 24 February 2017


We had fun at Center Parcs last weekend.  My body is testament to that, with aches, pains and bruises in places that a) I did not know I had and b) where the sun definitely does not shine.  We lived in a little bubble for three days and it was absolutely wonderful.

On the work front, I am still very busy, in fact in truth I am as busy as someone like me should be, and my expectation is that I will be like that for the rest of this year at least, based only on the deals in which I know I we be involved.  That is quite a nice feeling, to be busy, though with it does come the commensurate amount of stress.  Nevertheless, I have heard that gin is a pretty good antidote for that.

It has been half term for the Maggots and LO, though LO has been in to the office a couple of days, which is part of her contract, but much more that she needs that extra "quiet" time to clear some of her task list.

This weekend is a normal one, with Maggot sport and not much else.  We will probably do a family thing on one of the days.  Otherwise, I am really hoping to not do that much, except watch some rugby and possibly drink the odd G&T.  Sounds good to me.

Nothing else to report, so I will wish you a great weekend and speak next week.

Friday, 17 February 2017

Nearly there

I have a long weekend this weekend, and cannot wait.  Work has been busy, which is actually really good, but it has also been the other things that busy tends to attract - frustrating, confusing, stressful, etc etc.  Nevertheless, I would rather have busy and all those other things than nothing.

It has been a good week for Pompey too.  Two wins on the bounce, new striker scored his first goal, which started from him doing the sometimes thankless task of being one up front, but he got the ball, held it up, beat a player, layed it off to Evans before receiving it back to slot in the back of the net.  It won't make goal of the month, but it is good he is off the mark and is looking strong and fit and willing.  I took Maggot 1 and his friend (since Maggot 2 was at a birthday party) to Fratton Park last weekend, and while the journey was fraught*, the game was excellent.

This weekend we are away with David and Samantha, or at least that is what they were called.  To show that I can still move with the times, from this point onwards they shall be known as David and Victoria - apart from the tatoos, and maybe the football talent, and the fashion empire, they are spitting images.

I hope you have a fantastic weekend, and speak next week.

* Bought the tickets, and as we stepped on to the platform, our train was cancelled, with no other running to get us to the game on time.  We then had to walk home, calling LO back from Tescos because she had my keys, so that we could pickup the Red Devil (LO's old Punto) to drive to Havant, where we then had to go on a replacement bus service to Fratton, thus having to brave the traffic nightmare that is the Eastern Road.  Nevertheless, we go to the ground with ten minutes to spare, and very much enjoyed the game.  It was bitterly cold mind, so by the end of the second half, we were happy to accept a lift back to Havant with my Father-in-Law, who was ten seats away from us.  This avoided the nightmare that is the train back from Fratton, caused by everyone's favourite villain Southern Rail.

Friday, 10 February 2017

Busy busy busy

I have had a very busy week working, lots of driving and lots of brain-hurting work.  This is good, but it does leave me pretty tired, and ready for the weekend.

That is all I really want to say about work, mostly because it is all pretty classified*.

On the home front, the rest of the family have also been pretty busy.  Maggot 1 has his work experience this week, working with one of LO's governors, which has turned out to be a really good placement, working for a local logistics company.  He has been in meetings with large suppliers, dealt with pest control, reworked a spreadsheet and generally got involved in some pretty interesting things.  Not surprisingly, he is also pretty tired.

Maggot 2 is on a sleepover tonight and going to Flipout tomorrow.  We are going to see David and Samantha, minus Maggot 2, for an evening of intellectual chat, and a fair dash of gin and tonic.

Tomorrow Maggot 1 and I have going to watch the mighty Pompey further their promotion ambitions by beating Acrington Stanley.  Let's hope our lads have had their milk.

Otherwise, I hope to do a whole heap of nothing for the rest of the weekend.

I hope your weekend is as exciting and restful.  Speak next week.

* That sounds rather grander than that it feels

Friday, 3 February 2017

An interesting couple of weeks

I missed last week's blogging due to being out of the country.  I had a call from Spain from my dad to say my mum was very unwell, so I flew out Tuesday morning, not sure whether it was going to give my last respects or to say hi to my mum.  As it has turned out, she is about to be discharged, which is great news.  There are still challenges with her not likely to be able to walk, having been weak before she went in, and now after 2 weeks in a bed, likely worse.  But as my dad said, he would rather have that challenge than the one he has so far endured.  I think being in the hospital 24/7 is bored him rigid.

On other news, since returning from Spain I have a horrid cold, and have had a tough week keeping going to catch up on a lost week.  The rest of the family also have sniffles.  Welcome to the UK in Winter.

We had planned to go to David and Samantha's tonight, but with us all under the weather, we have cancelled arrangements, to avoid sharing the love with our germs.

The weekend includes the usual mix of sport, as usual, and actually nothing much else.  Hopefully I can get some TLC and R&R and get back to my version of normal.

Hope you have a great weekend, and speak next week.