Ignoring you know what
Forget Saturday's game ever happened. Go on, try.....
Ok, done that? Right, I had a fabulous weekend at home, nope come on it didn't happen did it? We agreed.
It was pretty much perfect. Thursday I went into town to meet a couple of good mates for lunch. Afterwards I met a very old friend for coffee, someone I hadn't seen for 5 years and it was great to catch up with her and find out how others were doing. Thursday night I was in Hornchurch, which as always resulted in some acute laughing and even more acute drinking.
A combo of hangover and jet-lag, plus a furry chicken madras tongue was not the best preparation for work, but I'm fairly versatile and work went very well Friday. I then drove down to fellow-Addick in Chislehurst, where girls axed talk of football and a nice bottle of Barolo was consumed before we headed out to Sidcup to meet with three of my oldest mates. One of whom, we worked out I'd known for 39 years. Cue hours of catching up and old stories. We ended up in a place where I reckon I'd not felt as young in years! Alarming and comical at the same time. Top night.
Then the rest of the weekend was with son, and parents. I believed it rained the whole time I was back, but it could not dampen an excellent 5 days at home, except for an hour and a half, oh damn, that's your fault!