At work there is hardly anyone in to brag to about my weekend, which is a touch disappointing.
My legs are cheering loudly about it though. Very loudly. At least I think that's what they're doing.
I also have a sort of radioactive glow. Too much sun perhaps.
At 3pm Derby County announce that Wembley have found another 1,200 tickets down the back of the sofa and they will be going on sale at 9am tomorrow from the Pride Park ticket office. By 3.10 a queue has formed.
L is out in Ockbrook running tonight with the contents of the petty cash box, which she confesses to smashing open with a letter opener and a pair of scissors. It was jammed apparently...
The boys and I head off dogging.
(Monday 19th May)