Plans
The weather is so horrific outside that I really do want to do nothing but curl up into a ball and wake up in the summer. This would not only make the rain go away, but would also ensure I escaped the life-halting power of the forthcoming election campaign.
Sadly, hibernation wasn’t front and centre of last year’s manifesto, so going underground for four months may not please everybody, and instead I have to plan for the weekend.
I realised (i.e. was told) this lunchtime that it’s Mother’s Day on Sunday. I have not been entirely ignorant of its approach, and have in fact bought a card and present already. I was just not quite sure which Sunday it was falling on. Apparently it’s this one, so I am organising a lunch of some kind, at a venue still to be decided (or considered). That takes care of Sunday, and will be a nice thing to enggage me in between sessions of St Mary’s Focus delivery.
On Saturday I have a Lib Dem party event in Liverpool to attend, which is going on all day and which means I miss City v Wigan. I might make it home in time to catch the second half on TV, but I have discovered that it’s on Setanta, a channel who’s very existence I find annoying because it means paying even more money to watch all the football I want to.
And of course the entire weekend is dependent on us all not sailing away in a great flood cauused by the unceasing rain. At present such a fate seems more than possible, so I’m not going to book a table for Sunday just yet.
Rick
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