Watched Hellboy 2 last night so as to avoid the crap medical real life bollocks Melissa's become addicted to and was in bed by midnight, asleep not long after. Think Melissa slept better last night, her cold seems to be dissipating.
Drove into work and had a moderately interesting day. Subway for lunch in anticipation of a late tea (as it stands, at 11pm, I haven't actually had any tea yet). The window has once again not been done for various reasons, I think my brother in law is having trouble to find someone to "foot" his ladder. Tomorrow morning though, we've been promised the he and my father in law will be here bright and early to get it done.
We shall see.
After the window disappointment we went to Melissa's mum and dads for showers and such, then I left Melissa there to drive into Woolton, to Reynold's Park, to watch my mate Stewart in Shakespeare's Twelfth Night, and very good it was too, although by the end it was getting dark and the midges were out en masse. Afterwards I dropped Stewart, John, Mike and Jape off in Liverpool and came home to find my darling wife sobbing. Her cupcakes were ruined. That is to say, they looked a bit crap. Tasted great though. I suppose that single cupcake could constitute my tea. I might have some toast. Or a beer. Yeah. Beer.
She's been all over today, shopping mainly, and she's knackered. I feel a foot massage coming on. Her feet, not mine.
Shame.
Have a great weekend, I'll see you tomorrow.
