Monday, 5 April 2010
Cadbury's creme crackered
No Easter Monday here, just a normal back to work Monday unfortunately. Football later at a pre-lunchtime kick-off here in Bermuda and tonight I'll hopefully be in good spirits to watch the final of the NCAA Basketball Championships where my adopted Butler University have upset everyone and won through to tonight's final to play Duke. It is a 10.21pm start though, and I am absolutely knackered.
Can you imagine if English football went down the route of bowing down to advertisers and kicked off at 3.21pm or 8.02pm? I remember when I was in Chicago and the White Sox won a sponsorship deal with the convenience stores chain 7-Eleven and from then on all night matches began at eleven minutes past seven.
Anyway I am knackered, partly my own fault warranted but mostly, and she's too young to argue, my daughters. As my other half said to me last night: "Will we ever go to bed early ever again?" "Only when she moves out when she's 30," I said.
As all parents will know full well, containing a hangover when you have young children is impossible. I had a hangover on both Friday and Sunday. Not big, not clever. Sunday's was extra painful because she came with us to friends for a dinner party Saturday night and when we got home, I flung my clothes off and downed a big glass of water, dropped a couple of aspirin
and was ready for bed, my daughter though was ready to play. 2.15am I was still jiggling her around in her room listening to Il Divo trying to get her to sleep.
The weather here this weekend was perfect, although it did rain a bit on Friday morning deterring kite flyers a little but by the afternoon it was glorious as we spent it outside with some friends. And yesterday we had tradtional afternoon tea at the Hamilton Princess (photo) with a friend and old work colleague from Chicago.
Afternoon tea at the Princess with a stroll around the 125-year landmark hotel's gardens on a day as lovely as yesterday was a very good way to remind ourselves of how lucky we are to have the opportunity to live here. ¶ 08:34
Can you imagine if English football went down the route of bowing down to advertisers and kicked off at 3.21pm or 8.02pm? I remember when I was in Chicago and the White Sox won a sponsorship deal with the convenience stores chain 7-Eleven and from then on all night matches began at eleven minutes past seven.
Anyway I am knackered, partly my own fault warranted but mostly, and she's too young to argue, my daughters. As my other half said to me last night: "Will we ever go to bed early ever again?" "Only when she moves out when she's 30," I said.
As all parents will know full well, containing a hangover when you have young children is impossible. I had a hangover on both Friday and Sunday. Not big, not clever. Sunday's was extra painful because she came with us to friends for a dinner party Saturday night and when we got home, I flung my clothes off and downed a big glass of water, dropped a couple of aspirin
and was ready for bed, my daughter though was ready to play. 2.15am I was still jiggling her around in her room listening to Il Divo trying to get her to sleep.The weather here this weekend was perfect, although it did rain a bit on Friday morning deterring kite flyers a little but by the afternoon it was glorious as we spent it outside with some friends. And yesterday we had tradtional afternoon tea at the Hamilton Princess (photo) with a friend and old work colleague from Chicago.
Afternoon tea at the Princess with a stroll around the 125-year landmark hotel's gardens on a day as lovely as yesterday was a very good way to remind ourselves of how lucky we are to have the opportunity to live here. ¶ 08:34
