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.