So relaxed, I forgot to blog.
It was a pretty easy weekend. We lost at rugby, which was disappointing to say the least, but at least Pompey got a point, to keep them second to bottom. OK, maybe that is not such good news really.
We played Monopoly too, with a slight twist on the game by playing as four individuals, but in two teams, so we played as four but pooled our money and property. Maggot 2 and I did, in our opinion win, and using a balanced scorecard approach, however the other team, can't remember their name, won due to the agreed winning method being free cash only at the prescribed and pre-agreed point in time.. Not property. So, that's the way it goes. As losses go, it felt pretty good.
The rest of the weekend was normal, and we had the outlaws over for lunch, which was nice. Toad-in-the-hole in various levels of meat content (but all home-made) and the associated roast dinner veg, plus chocolate roulade for pudding.
Wednesday, 13 March 2013
Snow
Snow; what's the point in it? It is cold, then it is wet, it messes up my garden, buggers up the roads, delays commuters and stops normal stuff from working properly.
In the round, it has about as much use as wasps. Maggot 2 commented, in our last sunny-but-very-cold day that the advantage of such days was "there are no wasps". A boy of insight to be sure, and very much a chip off the old block.
Well, Brad and I had to cancel fishing. Feels-like-minus-ten is colder than this little bunny likes to endure, even when reaching for the frozen peas, and with the snow doing its disrupting the traffic act, a management decision was made to cancel, and go for our backup day in a couple of weeks. We book both off just in case, since cancelling holiday last minute is, as has been said before, easier than trying to book it.
So, we are now tracking the long-term forecasts for Tuesday 26th March, hoping that a 45% chance of precipitation with a 55% confidence factor means two halves of nothing useful.
In the round, it has about as much use as wasps. Maggot 2 commented, in our last sunny-but-very-cold day that the advantage of such days was "there are no wasps". A boy of insight to be sure, and very much a chip off the old block.
Well, Brad and I had to cancel fishing. Feels-like-minus-ten is colder than this little bunny likes to endure, even when reaching for the frozen peas, and with the snow doing its disrupting the traffic act, a management decision was made to cancel, and go for our backup day in a couple of weeks. We book both off just in case, since cancelling holiday last minute is, as has been said before, easier than trying to book it.
So, we are now tracking the long-term forecasts for Tuesday 26th March, hoping that a 45% chance of precipitation with a 55% confidence factor means two halves of nothing useful.
Monday, 11 March 2013
Illness and coping strategies
Maggot 2, known for his frequent three-day viral attacks, had one late last week. This meant that we needed to revert to an emergency footing, made so much easier because my parents are home from Spain*. Luckily, the hallucinations happened on Friday and by Sunday, when we were due to visit my sister and her family, we were all well enough** to be together as we drove up to Bromley.
We had a good time up at their new house of a few months. This was previously owned by "amateur property developers" who, it has to be said, must still have been at the planning stage when they sold, since it just about had a kitchen*** but otherwise was a fairly tatty house, with dodgy carpets and some questionable paintwork. At least my sister can look to do her own bit of "amateur property development" with some simple flooring and paint activities to bring the house in to this century.
We left their house just after five and were home by about seven, which was just what we needed to ensure we had time to do all our preparations for the week ahead.
Once the chores were out the way, it was fire, onesies and the Strictly Come Ice Dancing final, a perfect show for when you want to read the Sunday papers.
I am meant to be fishing tomorrow, but have written to Brad to suggest that maybe, just maybe, we should let sense prevail over our "we'll be OK" general approach to life, and I am awaiting his response with cold trepidation.
** LO and Maggot 1 were not 100%, LO being on anti-biotics and Maggot 2 "just not feeling quite right".
*** I say just about since it was a case of throwing up a few cupboards, rather than actually planning it, so that my sister still needs to store most of her food in boxes on the floor.
We had a good time up at their new house of a few months. This was previously owned by "amateur property developers" who, it has to be said, must still have been at the planning stage when they sold, since it just about had a kitchen*** but otherwise was a fairly tatty house, with dodgy carpets and some questionable paintwork. At least my sister can look to do her own bit of "amateur property development" with some simple flooring and paint activities to bring the house in to this century.
We left their house just after five and were home by about seven, which was just what we needed to ensure we had time to do all our preparations for the week ahead.
Once the chores were out the way, it was fire, onesies and the Strictly Come Ice Dancing final, a perfect show for when you want to read the Sunday papers.
I am meant to be fishing tomorrow, but have written to Brad to suggest that maybe, just maybe, we should let sense prevail over our "we'll be OK" general approach to life, and I am awaiting his response with cold trepidation.
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* albeit only until today, when they plan to fly from Heathrow to Brazil for a cruise up the Amazon or something.** LO and Maggot 1 were not 100%, LO being on anti-biotics and Maggot 2 "just not feeling quite right".
*** I say just about since it was a case of throwing up a few cupboards, rather than actually planning it, so that my sister still needs to store most of her food in boxes on the floor.
Friday, 8 March 2013
And . . . relax
Another very successful week nearly over, and an interesting weekend to follow.
We are meant to be going to my sister's new house on Sunday, and Sod's Law means that Maggot 2 has a bout of his usual non-specific viral type illness, so things are in the balance as to which of the Scobi clan will actually be visiting. Here's hoping it is the full monty.
We are also out Saturday evening, with my parents baby-sitting and even acting as the taxi, which is wonderful. Welcome back Scobi seniors.
Next week I am going fishing, taking a day off on Tuesday. Now, I know that fishing in any location and in any weather is not everyone's idea of fun. I can accept that. However, if you happen to be someone who does like fishing, then going next Tuesday, on a day which is starting to look like it will be dry but very very cold, may still not be something that would particularly appeal. I can accept that also. Nevertheless, go I am, with Brad, and very much am I looking forward to a day with nothing but me, a rod, and the good company of Brad. Quite what we will get to talk about for the many hours cannot possibly be determined, even by Brian Cox, however it will undoubtedly be a day full of chat and general camaraderie and fun. I have even been doing a bit of research, asking Uncle Google and Aunty YouTube some very probing questions, only to get ten million answers in under a second. I now know the main principles of winter fishing, and will just see whether or not I can actually put any of it to good use that enables me to actually catch something. You see, cold weather does not do much for the fish, them going off their food a bit, and the lack of sun and week growth means the water is very clear, and both these facts means you need a particular approach, which involves ground-baiting with smelly and tasty stuff that has no food value, lest the little darlings eat all the groundbait and then go off their food, and using bait that is visible (sweetcorn for example) but ground-bait that is not (spooks the fish). I can tell I have gone on too long, since eyelids are drooping. Sadly for you, I shall be telling you all about it next week.
Have a good weekend, speak next week.
We are meant to be going to my sister's new house on Sunday, and Sod's Law means that Maggot 2 has a bout of his usual non-specific viral type illness, so things are in the balance as to which of the Scobi clan will actually be visiting. Here's hoping it is the full monty.
We are also out Saturday evening, with my parents baby-sitting and even acting as the taxi, which is wonderful. Welcome back Scobi seniors.
Next week I am going fishing, taking a day off on Tuesday. Now, I know that fishing in any location and in any weather is not everyone's idea of fun. I can accept that. However, if you happen to be someone who does like fishing, then going next Tuesday, on a day which is starting to look like it will be dry but very very cold, may still not be something that would particularly appeal. I can accept that also. Nevertheless, go I am, with Brad, and very much am I looking forward to a day with nothing but me, a rod, and the good company of Brad. Quite what we will get to talk about for the many hours cannot possibly be determined, even by Brian Cox, however it will undoubtedly be a day full of chat and general camaraderie and fun. I have even been doing a bit of research, asking Uncle Google and Aunty YouTube some very probing questions, only to get ten million answers in under a second. I now know the main principles of winter fishing, and will just see whether or not I can actually put any of it to good use that enables me to actually catch something. You see, cold weather does not do much for the fish, them going off their food a bit, and the lack of sun and week growth means the water is very clear, and both these facts means you need a particular approach, which involves ground-baiting with smelly and tasty stuff that has no food value, lest the little darlings eat all the groundbait and then go off their food, and using bait that is visible (sweetcorn for example) but ground-bait that is not (spooks the fish). I can tell I have gone on too long, since eyelids are drooping. Sadly for you, I shall be telling you all about it next week.
Have a good weekend, speak next week.
Monday, 4 March 2013
Monday Monday here again
Well, wasn't that an entirely agreeable weekend. Maggot 2 went on his enrichment day, and despite initially the "old lady talking to us like babies" it soon picked up and she started to "talk to us normally", and there was also a kind old man who they seemed to take a liking to, or rather, to which they took a liking, probably.
The other three members of the Scobi clan were not so lucky. We decided on a few hours and light lunch in Haywards Heath, but sadly that turned out to be a perfect example of high street decay and decline. It was almost like being up north*. So, we had to hastily reconvene the locations committee, and decided to take a run down to Brighton, where we had an American Diner experience (very satisfactory, especially Maggot 1's milk shake . . .) and a quick bit of shopping, before heading back to pick up Maggot 2 at "2.30pm sharp". Sadly, on the A23, the sign said left, the Sat Nav said straight on**, and we chose to follow the Sat Nav, which would have been OK except for the traffic works that had closed the exit Satty really wanted to use. The clock was ticking*** and we made it 1 minute late, only to find the children's return being 2 minutes late. Disaster averted and the world slid back in to its correct orbit.
In the evening we went to David and Samantha's for a lovely evening, returning home and midnight with Maggots, in a taxi. Thanks to David for picking us up in his car, so we did not have a Sunday car pick up to do, since we were then out to lunch with the outlaws in Chichester for a pretty decent pizza.
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* Now, before I get letters, I know this is mere geographical stereotyping for cheap laughs. I remember a long weekend we took in Leeds some years ago, with LO expecting flat caps, fat lasses and ferrets on leads, only to find a vibrant city with great shops and a well groomed local population.
** Surely one of modern life's big dilemmas - follow the sign or the Sat Nav?
*** It was just like an episode of Countdown
The other three members of the Scobi clan were not so lucky. We decided on a few hours and light lunch in Haywards Heath, but sadly that turned out to be a perfect example of high street decay and decline. It was almost like being up north*. So, we had to hastily reconvene the locations committee, and decided to take a run down to Brighton, where we had an American Diner experience (very satisfactory, especially Maggot 1's milk shake . . .) and a quick bit of shopping, before heading back to pick up Maggot 2 at "2.30pm sharp". Sadly, on the A23, the sign said left, the Sat Nav said straight on**, and we chose to follow the Sat Nav, which would have been OK except for the traffic works that had closed the exit Satty really wanted to use. The clock was ticking*** and we made it 1 minute late, only to find the children's return being 2 minutes late. Disaster averted and the world slid back in to its correct orbit.
In the evening we went to David and Samantha's for a lovely evening, returning home and midnight with Maggots, in a taxi. Thanks to David for picking us up in his car, so we did not have a Sunday car pick up to do, since we were then out to lunch with the outlaws in Chichester for a pretty decent pizza.
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* Now, before I get letters, I know this is mere geographical stereotyping for cheap laughs. I remember a long weekend we took in Leeds some years ago, with LO expecting flat caps, fat lasses and ferrets on leads, only to find a vibrant city with great shops and a well groomed local population.
** Surely one of modern life's big dilemmas - follow the sign or the Sat Nav?
*** It was just like an episode of Countdown
Friday, 1 March 2013
And . . . relax
Another week over, this one being fairly instantly forgettable.
We have had some good news for Maggot 1, who has managed to get in to his/our first choice school. It may well be one that some of his good friends will not be going to, so there is an element of parental fretting as to whether we are doing the right thing, since his circle of friends is lovely. However, we prefer this school to the other choices we have, and even he, the sensible little Maggot that he is, has declared his preference for this school, so hopefully all will be well. It is a mixed school, so if for no other reason, the totty argument should win out.
This weekend we have a busy Saturday, with Maggot 2 on an "enrichment day" up country, on a 4 hour science workshop. Having decided that he no longer wants to do football club on Tuesday, because "I don't want to be a professional footballer, I want to be a scientist", hopefully he will really enjoy the session. As is the process with anything to do with Maggot 2, there has been plenty of "I don't want to go" conversations, however we are picking up and taking his best friend, so hopefully all will be well. The rest of us then get to have a few hours shopping and the taking of a little light lunch.
In the afternoon and evening, we are at A&E for an evening of fun, food and drink, not necessarily in that order. Sunday then sees us having lunch out with the outlaws.
Having just written that, I realise what a decadent life we lead.
Hoping your weekend is as decadent, and speak next week.
We have had some good news for Maggot 1, who has managed to get in to his/our first choice school. It may well be one that some of his good friends will not be going to, so there is an element of parental fretting as to whether we are doing the right thing, since his circle of friends is lovely. However, we prefer this school to the other choices we have, and even he, the sensible little Maggot that he is, has declared his preference for this school, so hopefully all will be well. It is a mixed school, so if for no other reason, the totty argument should win out.
This weekend we have a busy Saturday, with Maggot 2 on an "enrichment day" up country, on a 4 hour science workshop. Having decided that he no longer wants to do football club on Tuesday, because "I don't want to be a professional footballer, I want to be a scientist", hopefully he will really enjoy the session. As is the process with anything to do with Maggot 2, there has been plenty of "I don't want to go" conversations, however we are picking up and taking his best friend, so hopefully all will be well. The rest of us then get to have a few hours shopping and the taking of a little light lunch.
In the afternoon and evening, we are at A&E for an evening of fun, food and drink, not necessarily in that order. Sunday then sees us having lunch out with the outlaws.
Having just written that, I realise what a decadent life we lead.
Hoping your weekend is as decadent, and speak next week.
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
In the office
I am, unusually, in the office on a Tuesday. Such irregularity could cause a lesser chap to spill his G&T, but not so SWK who is soldiering on and making a good fist of being an adult.
A few days off has given me one or two urgencies, but to be honest, they likely pale in to insignificance compared to the nightmare couple of weeks facing both Bad Man and Golfy. Knowing, as I do, what they get up to*, I know fairly well what kind of horrors await them, so I wish them well and suggest they Luge it**.
Had a great time away, even if it was a bit cold. Did a Go Ape, where I intended to conquer my age-onset fear of heights, which I did with a flourish. It was actually great fun, and maybe it was the safety gear, but I had no "moments" and simply enjoyed a very good afternoon climbing and swinging and sliding.
We also had fish 'n' chips, aka "fi & chi", in Lymington on the Saturday, stopping at the best hardware store in the area, as is the law, and even making a purchase, us with some portable oven gloves (oh, the glamour) and E with a pair of off-the-shelf reading glasses with, wait for it, built in LED lights. "Perfect for under-dashboard repairs etc" apparently, and something to behold for sure. In fact, the last time I saw anything similar it was The Chemical Brothers on the NME Stage at Glastonbury, and we all know they are off their rockers***.
** I suspect, as faithful readers, you know this already, but on the off-chance you were looking for some Star Wars porn and stumbled upon this page, to Luge it is simply to "lie flat and don't die".
*** in the nicest possible way, of course.
A few days off has given me one or two urgencies, but to be honest, they likely pale in to insignificance compared to the nightmare couple of weeks facing both Bad Man and Golfy. Knowing, as I do, what they get up to*, I know fairly well what kind of horrors await them, so I wish them well and suggest they Luge it**.
Had a great time away, even if it was a bit cold. Did a Go Ape, where I intended to conquer my age-onset fear of heights, which I did with a flourish. It was actually great fun, and maybe it was the safety gear, but I had no "moments" and simply enjoyed a very good afternoon climbing and swinging and sliding.
We also had fish 'n' chips, aka "fi & chi", in Lymington on the Saturday, stopping at the best hardware store in the area, as is the law, and even making a purchase, us with some portable oven gloves (oh, the glamour) and E with a pair of off-the-shelf reading glasses with, wait for it, built in LED lights. "Perfect for under-dashboard repairs etc" apparently, and something to behold for sure. In fact, the last time I saw anything similar it was The Chemical Brothers on the NME Stage at Glastonbury, and we all know they are off their rockers***.
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* At least, during the week, quite what abhorrent activities they get up to at the weekend is, of course, of interest only to themselves and their local farm-yard animals** I suspect, as faithful readers, you know this already, but on the off-chance you were looking for some Star Wars porn and stumbled upon this page, to Luge it is simply to "lie flat and don't die".
*** in the nicest possible way, of course.
Monday, 25 February 2013
New Car
Here's the new car, slightly out of focus due to it being minus something and on a very steep hill*.
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* one of these facts may be false.
Friday, 15 February 2013
And . . . relax
Another week draws to a close, and a chap is left pondering what lasting good has come from it.
On this Friday, I have reason to be quite chipper. I am now over my illness, a good five pounds lighter, with half term ahead of us, including four days in the 'van down at Lytton Lawns. I also managed to spend an hour and a half at LO's school giving them some advice on IT. They actually have a very tidy little setup, and with the plans they have to upgrade servers and to avail themselves of the services of a local support organisation, including cloud backup, I would say they are starting from a strong position with clarity as to where they need to take it next. In fact, I was slightly concerned at one stage that I could add no value, however I was able to advise on the specifics of the server specification, the UPS and the proposed new racking, and also was able to validate all the decisions that have already been made, and that apparently was exactly the kind of help they wanted. So, a happy customer, and a good sense of well-being from a job well done, and possibly even one of those rare events; a selfless act. Sadly, as Phoebe* concluded, the fact that I had pleasure from helping probably discounts it as 100% selfless.
On other news, I have now arranged two dates for fishing with Brad, one as our primary date, the second just in case we have to call off the first due to bad weather. It is easier for both of us to book and work round two dates, and then cancel one, rather than book only one then try to panic book a second if the first is cancelled. This meets one of my key working rules; get the holidays in the diary as soon as you can, so you get first dibs.
This weekend is fairly normal. We likely have David and Samantha and associated Maggots over for an afternoon and evening, to celebrate David's birthday, and "just because" as well.
We also need to start planning for the 'vannin' trip, which will include me swapping over the winter awning for the summer awning. I know it is not actually summer yet, but we are there for four nights, so need the space, and the trip after this one will be solidly into Spring.
Have a great weekend, and speak in just over a week, unless I get to blog from my phone, which is a possibility. I may even post a picture of the 'van**.
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* from Friends, where they had a whole episode on whether a selfless act could actually be done
** I know, exciting...
On this Friday, I have reason to be quite chipper. I am now over my illness, a good five pounds lighter, with half term ahead of us, including four days in the 'van down at Lytton Lawns. I also managed to spend an hour and a half at LO's school giving them some advice on IT. They actually have a very tidy little setup, and with the plans they have to upgrade servers and to avail themselves of the services of a local support organisation, including cloud backup, I would say they are starting from a strong position with clarity as to where they need to take it next. In fact, I was slightly concerned at one stage that I could add no value, however I was able to advise on the specifics of the server specification, the UPS and the proposed new racking, and also was able to validate all the decisions that have already been made, and that apparently was exactly the kind of help they wanted. So, a happy customer, and a good sense of well-being from a job well done, and possibly even one of those rare events; a selfless act. Sadly, as Phoebe* concluded, the fact that I had pleasure from helping probably discounts it as 100% selfless.
On other news, I have now arranged two dates for fishing with Brad, one as our primary date, the second just in case we have to call off the first due to bad weather. It is easier for both of us to book and work round two dates, and then cancel one, rather than book only one then try to panic book a second if the first is cancelled. This meets one of my key working rules; get the holidays in the diary as soon as you can, so you get first dibs.
This weekend is fairly normal. We likely have David and Samantha and associated Maggots over for an afternoon and evening, to celebrate David's birthday, and "just because" as well.
We also need to start planning for the 'vannin' trip, which will include me swapping over the winter awning for the summer awning. I know it is not actually summer yet, but we are there for four nights, so need the space, and the trip after this one will be solidly into Spring.
Have a great weekend, and speak in just over a week, unless I get to blog from my phone, which is a possibility. I may even post a picture of the 'van**.
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* from Friends, where they had a whole episode on whether a selfless act could actually be done
** I know, exciting...
Monday, 11 February 2013
And . . . not too relaxed
I missed the usual Friday post, so on Monday I find myself reflecting on a dismal five days in the Scobi household.
We have all been down with a "sickness bug", something akin to Norovirus, if not the very chap himself. This started Tuesday night with Maggot 2, then Maggot 1 at 11am Thursday evening, followed by yours truly Friday at 3am, followed reluctantly by LO Friday lunchtime. By Friday evening, we were all desolately sprawled on the sofas and chairs, spending nearly an hour planning to moment at which we were all going to drag our sorry carcasses off to bed, such was our lacklustre nature.
All I will say, be a chap of discretion and tact, is that with it being one of those "both ends" types of illnesses, relaxing is the last thing I needed to be doing.
We spent all of Saturday doing nothing but lying down, with Sunday starting to return to normal, although both Maggots are off today just to get a final recovery in.
I am back at work, and feeling somewhat shell-shocked by the experience, but hey ho, such is life, and no doubt worse is seen at sea.
The sadness was we had a lovely weekend planned away at Brad and Angelina's, so sorry to you chaps, hope you are well, and let's rearrange when we can (though with our combined diaries, finding a slot . . . )
We have all been down with a "sickness bug", something akin to Norovirus, if not the very chap himself. This started Tuesday night with Maggot 2, then Maggot 1 at 11am Thursday evening, followed by yours truly Friday at 3am, followed reluctantly by LO Friday lunchtime. By Friday evening, we were all desolately sprawled on the sofas and chairs, spending nearly an hour planning to moment at which we were all going to drag our sorry carcasses off to bed, such was our lacklustre nature.
All I will say, be a chap of discretion and tact, is that with it being one of those "both ends" types of illnesses, relaxing is the last thing I needed to be doing.
We spent all of Saturday doing nothing but lying down, with Sunday starting to return to normal, although both Maggots are off today just to get a final recovery in.
I am back at work, and feeling somewhat shell-shocked by the experience, but hey ho, such is life, and no doubt worse is seen at sea.
The sadness was we had a lovely weekend planned away at Brad and Angelina's, so sorry to you chaps, hope you are well, and let's rearrange when we can (though with our combined diaries, finding a slot . . . )
Tuesday, 5 February 2013
Well that went OK
With LO away for the weekend, it was left to the chaps to keep things together. It is fair to say that we had a fantastic couple of days, and eating, drinking and wenching was all done in the correct proportions (50/50/0 in case you were wondering) and we seem to have emerged from the weekend unscathed, as has the house and our immediate surroundings.
Needless to say that while LO "missed us lots", this did not impair to any great extent her ability to shop and to spend money. Every phone call with M, with whom she spent the weekend, tend to be about clothes, so a weekend away together in Bristol is likely to be a retail-intensive experience. In fairness, we all got something from the trip, so quid pro quo and Hortus est in porto etc.
I was in the office yesterday, and there is nothing like a change of routine to bring on the sweats. To be fair, it was an easy day because I had previously booked a doctor's appointment (for my foot) first thing so I went up north* at a fairly respectable time, which also meant missing the traffic.
LO goes out at 7pm so I had to leave at 4.45pm as well to ensure I was home in time. So, as arduous days go, this was not one.
Today I do need to line up some of the team to pick up various bits of work that has suddenly landed on our laps, and then I will most likely have to also project manage the tracking of activity. Ho hum.
Needless to say that while LO "missed us lots", this did not impair to any great extent her ability to shop and to spend money. Every phone call with M, with whom she spent the weekend, tend to be about clothes, so a weekend away together in Bristol is likely to be a retail-intensive experience. In fairness, we all got something from the trip, so quid pro quo and Hortus est in porto etc.
I was in the office yesterday, and there is nothing like a change of routine to bring on the sweats. To be fair, it was an easy day because I had previously booked a doctor's appointment (for my foot) first thing so I went up north* at a fairly respectable time, which also meant missing the traffic.
LO goes out at 7pm so I had to leave at 4.45pm as well to ensure I was home in time. So, as arduous days go, this was not one.
Today I do need to line up some of the team to pick up various bits of work that has suddenly landed on our laps, and then I will most likely have to also project manage the tracking of activity. Ho hum.
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* to Epsom, and not a flat cap or pigeon in sight
Friday, 1 February 2013
And . . . relax
LO is away this weekend, from Saturday AM until Monday afternoon, so it is just us lads at home, looking after ourselves and doing some stuff. i.e. not quite sure what the hell we are going to do or eat or anything else, but time will pass, food of some sort will be eaten* and tidiness will broadly be kept.
I do know we have vouchers for Prezzo for Saturday lunch, and we may go either bowling, swimming or a bike ride in the afternoon, with the normal swimming for Maggot 2 in the morning, and Maggot 1 being away on a Friday sleepover and Saturday "enrichment morning". So that is Saturday sorted. I think I may be looking to re-watch The Big Lebowski on Saturday evening when the Maggots are in their maggot-holes, unless I get a better TV offer**.
Sunday is a different story, so I will have to get creative so that we do not get cabin fever and slowly kill each other with nothing more than a bad temper and cutting sarcasm.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
** and on Saturday night, not that likely
I do know we have vouchers for Prezzo for Saturday lunch, and we may go either bowling, swimming or a bike ride in the afternoon, with the normal swimming for Maggot 2 in the morning, and Maggot 1 being away on a Friday sleepover and Saturday "enrichment morning". So that is Saturday sorted. I think I may be looking to re-watch The Big Lebowski on Saturday evening when the Maggots are in their maggot-holes, unless I get a better TV offer**.
Sunday is a different story, so I will have to get creative so that we do not get cabin fever and slowly kill each other with nothing more than a bad temper and cutting sarcasm.
Have a great weekend, and speak next week.
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* House rules being that what is done in the house stays in the house, so LO need not know anything of the detail** and on Saturday night, not that likely
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