Another weekend draws to a close. It was full of great expectations. Sort out the house perhaps even book the annual holiday. But no friday started with bringing my daughter home from yet another party. Saturday commenced with taking third daughter and wife to buy a prom dress. Sunday with taking same daughter too and from railway station. When she phoned to pick her up I was asleep watching a re-run of the Sweeney. Bliss.
Perhaps next weekend will be better. I may do what I want to.
Perhaps next weekend will be better. I may do what I want to.