Thank god for work - the banks may call it a holiday but it was no break for us. It's become increasingly obvious that I'm not going to achieve any new things during daylight hours. All the new things I managed to do this weekend (2) were done once the ankle-biters were safely sobbing in their beds.
Well, the evening at the village hall was a revelation. Our MP turns out to be a lovely guy who was happy to talk about all sorts of things - important stuff like 'dualing' the A303 along its entirety, the proposed pumping station in the village (more of that another time - a rant coming on) and Monsieur Sarkozy's impending fall from power (though not sure how that's a local issue). Most importantly we learned that the ticket price for the Jubilee Hog Roast and Beacon Lighting have been halved to a fiver following a grant from our very generous council - there was a stampede to sign up. But a new thing happened to me. I am now on the Village Hall Committee which I can only imagine is a very important thing indeed. Because I have a vision and that is to turn it into a pub once a month, with a barrel of local beer and some decent wine. Most importantly, a pub that we don't have to drive to. Although you could argue that that's the function of our sitting room every night - apart from lacking a barrel of beer.
This week's promises include going for 3 runs, trying to read the Sunday papers before Sunday, making a cornish pasty and, potentially, two AFDs (Alcohol Free Days) in a row.
Place your bets now.....