Well the weekend turned out to be rather busy. Thankfully the talc on the doorstep and windowsill has curbed the ant invasion. Just have to remember to keep it topped up.

Saturday it was up the rugby club with two of my girlfriends, commando girl and Miss Tearful to watch some live bands. They were all very good (as was I - stuck to water all night). The last band - Boyld Pig - did a number of cover versions all heavy rock or punk. So inevitably there was some head banging and pogoing, much to the horror of Miss Tearful, who is only 18. I think it was the fact that I hadn't been drinking that finally did it for her. Oh and there was the beer spilt on a shirt - which I helpfully suggested the owner should suck out so as not to waste it........

Then Sunday was presentation day at the club. So of we trotted again this time with Mother fuck-up in tow as well. She was busy Staurday night. The weather was glorious and we had a great time, although I'm not sure quite how it happened but I ended up giving two shoulder massages. Then back to CG's house and sat in the garden with cheap bubbly, won the night before, with a strawberry. There was of course the trampolining, but the least said about that the better. And then it was off home with the boy and tucked up asleep by 10:30 (wondering how sore I was going to be in the morning)

Answer to last question is that at 42 pogoing and trampolining play havoc with your knees and a low cut dress results in sunburn.