How to Train Your Viking
Sunday
Ever the sucker for things that jangle and lyricists that make me smile it comes as little surprise that The Lucksmiths happen to me. I'm sure Dave punted a track by them my way. Either way it is a smiling me typing today. Trad start to a bank holiday weekend day as I attempt a little DIY. Cal's DVD collection has outgrown the shelving and having bought a new Benno unit from IKEA ages ago I finally put the thing together. Traditionally I manage to hit my thumb several times and utter immortal Tom Sharpe lines at the room and the cat who occupies it. Throw into the mix I am kinda watching an episode of Rome at the time and it all seems natural that Dame Irony is in the house. Saturday A day in which I run around in preparation for the bank holiday traditional downturn in the weather mowing lawns and such like. The grass as usual is being awkward and growing in between mowing sessions. The pygmy tribe that hang out in the long grass at the end of the garden have again retreated to the uplands of the rockery. Actually the garden is looking better than it should because Monst invested a sum of twice the amount she told me (stoopid girl told a friend that over the phone as I arrived back on Friday - I don't go ape as predicted, what's the point it's done and dusted now) in a couple of women to hack away at the garden for the morning. They were on a better wack than I receive for it and no grief about not tidying the house as I potter about outside. Anyway the rockery out front now looks a whole heap better and the grass can piss me off by growing again over the week. Of course this is a precursor to Monst and the boy going to see 'A Bridge to Terabithia', I drop them at Edge Lane and return home. Get bugger all achieved from that. Then off to pick them up and drag them to Warrington. We visit a garden centre for a mooch but have a more productive time at Borders where we come away with a few things including 'How to Cheat a Dragon's Curse' the latest of the Toothless books. Then to the LA Bowl for Jack's party where I watch the boys bowl and Monst reads. Theres a turn up for the books. Home via the Silver Valley. Where I discover Sammy Lee's childhood fancy, the views on child abduction from our fellow diners, whether I wish to or not. Friday Early dart to Reggie, quick catch up with stuff I missed yesterday. Coffee from the meeting Place, park on Jamaica Street and wander down to the performance management training with Elaine G. Arrive early. Goes well. Impressed as usual. Home and as this is meant to be a pleasant evening I prepare to cremate meat as the folks visit Marie and co so Cal can play with Meggie. Cool.
