Last weekend apparently I fell asleep in the afternoon for a little while. We were having one of those family hugs-that-almost-turn-into-a-wrestling-match-until-someone-gets-hit-or-kicked-or-punched-and-it-all-goes-terribly-wrong and I was comfy enough in my position on the couch that I dozed off on my husband. The menfolk of the family amused themselves while I
The freaky bit came on Monday morning in the car on the way to school when all three males in the car suddenly burst into "Breakfast in America" by Supertramp. You know, the one that goes "Take a look at my turnip, Cos it's the only one I got. Not much of a turnip, I never seem to get a lot...." The interesting part is that, despite the fact I was unaware of where this came from, it did not faze me at all - impromptu songs about root vegetables at 8am? Quite normal.
The boys are on half term tomorrow and are being palmed off on my sister-in-law (who lives over the road) for the morning which they are very much looking forward to. They are going to hang out in her house, watching DVDs, playing games and writing stories. So basically doing exactly what they do in our house, but doing it about 100 yards to the south. Which makes all the difference.
And in the best news I have had for ages, Shauna kindly told me that Focus (you remember Focus don't you?) are playing in Glasgow again in April and I managed to book tickets this evening. And this time we booked for dinner too so we can have a seat (because we are getting on a bit) and have our dinner while watching the weirdly entertaining Whimwise before getting up and dancing to Dutch prog rock. A splendid evening in prospect, even better if we get to have a pint of fizzy pop with Shauna and the legendary Dr G!