Saturday, 10 March 2012

Easy like Sunday morning (not)

The best laid plans of mice and men... You have to plot your way ahead in this house if you're to have any chance of getting what you want. Or need.
So it was all looking good for Sunday morning. Significant Other isn't working (for once in what seems like weeks), youngest is at her best friend's and oldest is 20 miles away spending a weekend in the boyfriend's flat. Perfect.
So I've spent quite some time today thinking over what's going to happen tomorrow morning. And then the phone rang. Oldest has decided she doesn't want to stay a second night in the flat and is instead coming home - but has missed the bus.
That means I'm now on taxi duty and my breakfast (and extras) in bed isn't going to be the noisy, no-holds-barred event that I've been working towards for days. Damn.
PS The picture is from the classic 1960 British film 'Saturday Night and Sunday Morning'. Albert Finney is so good in it - must find the DVD and watch it again.

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