Bank Holiday Hangover

Balls.

That's what I say.

I mean, honestly, you spend so long looking forward to a Bank Holiday weekend as it's a four-day weekend, it's a chance to be away from work for quite a significant length of time, to relax, to recharge your batteries and then..

BAM!

It's gone and you're sat back at your desk wondering where the fuck it went and, more importantly, when the next day off is.  Thankfully, the next bank holiday is just under two weeks away, kids, so let's not get too downhearted eh?   But whilst the knowledge of that is some comfort, I can guarantee you, despite all the anticipation and build up, that the long weekend will be gone before you know it again, speeding off round the corner like some hit-and-run driver whilst you're left sat on a Tuesday wondering what the hell just happened. 

You're also left completely confused as to what day it is, as although you're faintly aware that it is a Tuesday, it doesn't seem like a Tuesday.. it has that definite "Monday" feel about it.  You'll be confused all week, wondering why a certain TV show is on tonight when "it's only Monday" and then the realisation: D'oh!

However for the ultimate confused individual over any given Bank Holiday weekend, we must look no further than my ickle cat, Tyla.. 

You see, every Sunday, Tyla and his sister, Phoebe, get a treat: a nice tin of tuna.  Now for Tyla this is the highlight of the week.  Each week Tyla spends six days and 20 hours looking forward to the tuna, ten minutes eating the tuna, and three hours fifty minutes lying on the floor, bloated, burping, content and full of tuna before the cycle begins again.  This cat is governed by his stomach.  Now Tyla is just about smart enough to have worked out after all these years that if I'm not at work, then it's a pretty good chance it's the weekend, and if it's the weekend then there's a fifty-fifty chance that it's a Sunday and if it's a Sunday there's about a 100% certainty of canned fish and that "full up feeling" they sing about in Oliver! 

So, at the weekend, you'll find that a certain cat becomes very attentive all of a sudden, as he tries to grovel up a fishy treat.  By Sunday (now having worked out that it mostly likely is the weekend and, as he didn't get tuna yesterday that must have been a Saturday, so therefore today must be.. -you get the picture of how his mind works) Tyla's an utter pain in the ass as grovelling has become stalking, and he follows you from room-to-room (often walking in between your legs as you go) and giving you plenty of "hard stares".

So as you can imagine a long Bank Holiday weekend is torture for Tyla, Sunday takes an extra day to come and also there's another Sunday immediately after it.. Confused is not the word.  Consequently he's been like a little dark cloud most of the weekend, utterly grumpy but still inclined to pester you at every opportunity. 

Thankfully his world will have a little normality today as we've all disappeared off to work again, and hopefully some of that normality might crash into my world soon too..

Literally hours to go

Morning Campers!

Well the bank holiday weekend is almost here, it's literally so close you can almost smell it, can't you?

And, with any luck, the bank holiday weekend should be the last chaotic weekend until, well until junior arrives to be honest.  You see, this weekend the spare room will be converted into a nursery.  Tonight bookshelves, which used to contain loads of books until we sold them at a car boot sale, will be dismantled, the broadband cable will be re-routed and the computer will be moved.  And over the weekend, thanks to a couple of coats of yellow gloss and several rolls of Winnie-the-Pooh wallpaper, a nursery will be born.

After that we're just about prepared you know.  All of the major renovations and room transformations will have been done, we've bought loads of things ready for the moment that K enters the world kicking and screaming.  Now we play the waiting game..  Everyone is convinced that K's arrival will be early, but I am still clinging to the hope that the little 'un will arrive bang on time, allowing my paternity leave to coincide with the opening couple of weeks of the World Cup.

And talking of football, this weekend ain't all work, work, work (as the bloke on the cheesy Natwest advert used to say, after he explained (hilariously) that filling the ATM machine was a lot like filling a photocopier except "the paper is more expensive" - guffaw!!) as we're all off to Blackburn on Sunday to enjoy their wonderful hospitality, and -hopefully- a splendid game of Premiership Football.