The Weekend started on Friday night, not with pizza and wine but with a haircut at Jane’s. It’s always good to see Jane and the kids but by the time I got home it was 9.30pm. I made the fatal mistake of starting to read. At 1am, I finished the book (The Twelve, there were some issues but I just wanted to know what was going to happen) and went to sleep.

Saturday morning dawned bright and early, I got up did some exercise and then chores. Trip to the Post Office to pick up a parcel and shopping. Amazingly enough, I was asked for ID in Sainsburys. I didn’t have any ID, I had to explain that I’m 21 years away from needing ID and what 17 year old buys Marsala? It’s flattering when people think I’m in my late 20’s but when they think I’m in my late teens, it’s their eyesight that’s the issue not my ‘youthful looks’

Anyway that done, I did the fastest unloading of shopping in the world and ran to catch the train to Watford for lunch with the family.

This is Oli ready to go…

This is my little brother holding forth on something…

Oli and his ‘coffee’..

Then Lu, Ma, Oli and I went to see the fireworks….

Oli wasn’t really sure what was going on but loved the windmill that Ma bought him…

Got home late and went to bed.

I had plans for Sunday but when I got to them at about 7.30am, it was cold and wet.

So I chucked my plans out the window and had a quiet day at home. Fortunately for me, Dev and Kathy both needed stuff that was in my flat and at various points in the afternoon/evening popped around to say hi, which stopped me from being a complete hermit!

And that was the weekend.

Anyone go and see fireworks this weekend? Or get up to anything fabulous?