That last post really ought to have been ranty rant rant 3, shouldn't it?
Hey ho.
First-born is staying with me this weekend, and I can hear her snoring and muttering to herself down the other end of this converted church. Its actually quite a comforting sound.
This time next week I'll be in Belgium, being dragged around some of the more distressing bars that my brother frequent. Ok. Maybe not "dragged around" - more like "dragged out of". As you can see by the above paragraph, I'm giving the hedonism a rest this weekend. So there'll be lost time to make up over next weekend.
