Peace in our time

Now that is how Sundays should be. I had a lie in. Yes, you heard me right - a LIE IN. Probably the first one I have had since James was born. He and Amanda are still in Essex with the in-laws. I woke and saw that the time was 8am - yes, that is a lie in when you have a toddler in the house. But of course, it wasn't. Guess who had forgotten to put the clocks back last night? Me. And it was actually 7am, but I didn't care. Any thoughts of me treating this day off as an opportunity to hack around various car boot sales was quickly dampened by the fact that there was the English equivalent of a hurricane screaming round the house and horizontal rain spattering against the windows. Even the cat wasn't interested in going out this morning. So I did what any sane, fine, upstanding English gentleman would do on a morning like this - I ate the remains of my cold curry from the night before for breakfast and sat and watched "Match of the Day" with my feet up and with a cup of tea. Oh, how sweet to watch Manchester United being well and truly PAXO'D by Middlesborough...again. I sort of pottered around for the rest of the day. I had two phone calls, one from Amanda and James, and one from my Mother, but both of the calls came while I was actually trying to go out the front door to go and buy some diet coke. Never mind. My vastly edifying and enjoyable day was rounded off with some more red wine and watching "Goldmember" on Channel 4. I am not ashamed to admit that I laughed like a drain. And on that note, he went to bed.