It did mean Saturday turned into a free day though, which in turn meant a day trying to clear up the remnants of our house decorating. A place for everything and everything in it's place etc. To say I had a day doing it was a slight (massive) exaggeration - how could I when there was Soccer AM, Jeff Stelling, and then West Brom v Villa, but the intention was there!
Saturday night came and it was over to Manfield for a get together of good pals, great wit and banter. Unfortunately Smith, Paul and Butler didn't make it so I was stuck with Foster, Flounders, Macaulay, Les and Andrew. Nevertheless it was a cracking night - it had everything, plenty of real ale, suspected back seat groping (thank God I was in the front...), snowballs, random body dumps from moving cars, dancing (post midnight, NOT with the lads), more booze, and a taxi ride home which nobody seems to remember. Anyway, it was just one of those good nights out.
Sunday came, and it seemed like everyone from the night before was in apocalypse mode, with the usual groans of pain followed by recollections of last nights events. A hearty meal in the Lingfield cast away any lingering hangover and the postponement of Les Miserables meant it was a night (and pretty much a whole weekend) of relaxation. Still, not very good practise for the walk which is why I dragged myself up early this morning and walked in with Ged, and home too!
Finally, would you believe that despite all of this bad weather, I haven't slipped over once....
Finally, finally......it's quiz night tonight and I can feel a big win coming on!
And finally, finally, finally (really this time), a big hello to my Angolan viewers, there seems to be a flurry of activity from there at the minute. Now Nat has learned to email I might even let her write a blog sometime!