Watched a documentary about Celtic Britain and the Roman invasion, then the new South Park.
Slept quite well, and headed into work. I had an uncharacteristically busy day (for a Friday) and before I knew it, it was home time.
We stopped in at (the) ASDA for some bread for toast for breakfast tomorrow, and for a change Melissa bought some baby clothes. Came home to find a "sorry we missed you" card from the Post Office, Melissa think's it baby clothes. Possibly some shoes. We packed the shopping away and then Melissa went out, I hoovered again and prepared tea.
We caught up with the latest Grey's Anatomy while we ate. Melissa is in the bath and looking forward to the final of American Idol. I'm listening to Paul Simon and yawning.
If Melissa opts to watch American Idol downstairs it'll be an early night for me, if not I may watch a film.
See you tomorrow, provided the Rapture doesn't come at 6pm as predicted by some nutty tit in American. Claims he read it in the Bible and he is guaranteeing the Rapture tomorrow. Of course, he's been wrong about this once before, in 1994. But he's definitely right this time.
This is my preferred type of Rapture :
