It's almost

the weekend, and for a short week this seems to have dragged. In an effort to cheer myself up I have just purchased Month Python and the Holy Grail on DVD. I've already got it on video, but who watches those any more? I'll probably have to get it on Blue Ray or something in about 10 years too! My thanks go to Snav for mentioning it recently and reminding me what a cracking film it is. Part of my needing cheering up stems from last night. Putting it euphemistically, I "pleasured" Mrs Zilla and expected reciprocation, as one expects in polite circles, yet she rolled over and went to sleep! My male status in the house is clearly under threat. Had I been crueller (or sharper of mind) i would have given her a special wet patch to sleep in! Had I not watched a programme about what seemed like the world's messiest divorce last night, I may well have been seeking to serve papers today! Enough of such base matters. At least I have my DVD and a few drinkies to look forward to tonight. But why, oh why didn't I use some common sense and get Godzooky 1 new school shoes before the last weekend he starts back? This means a trip of terror to the sensible children's shoe shop. A queue to get his feet measured, then some negotiation as to what type of shoe he wants, only to discover that they've sold out of that type. Is it becoming obvious that I've been here before? It's that "old dog, new tricks" thing again isn't it?