13 August 2006

What do you do when you weekend is truncated to one day? Go at the Sunday hell for leather and party like its 1999.

I indulged my home-sickness a little with a thread of normality from my earlier life throughout the day beginning with the Observer delivered before breakfast. The fact that breakfast was a jalapeno and goat-horn chili omelette, washed down with lashings of high peak Blue Mountain coffee and the temperature was already in the low thirties at 7:30 am, in no way diminished the homely feeling.

Swimming in the morning was a joy, though the Little Madam did her share of moaning. An ear infection has precluded her from the life aquatic for the time being. The Wee Lad enthusiastically took the next in his swimming education tough he looks like he is trying to run through the water more than swim.

The Charity Shield had been played earlier in the day, but as I knew it was being re-run I stayed clear of all news programs and settled myself down with a beer. Yeah it was Red Stripe and not Guinness, but you get the idea.. ...

Meanwhile the Lady of Leisure got busy conjuring up a good old fashioned Sunday Roast of stuffed pork fillet and mountains of champ. The weather was even kind to us as the temperature dropped noticeably though I wouldn’t say it got anywhere near Ireland chilly. We, LoL and myself, treated ourselves to a bloody dear bottle of wine, (would have been moderately expensive back at home but second mortgage time over here) and rounded off a thoroughly self indulgent day.