Imagine that. It's a bit like London buses: you wait for ages for one to come along and then 37 appear.
It's deluge time. Not only is there Euro 2008 but Wimbledon has started.
It was a strenuous weekend. There was la fête de la musique on Saturday, so after a trip to see the chateau at Vaux-le- Vicomte we came back for and strolled around the canal looking for some music to listen to.
There were bands playing but to abuse a phrase much beloved of Mr Spock in Star Trek: "It's not music as we know or understand it."
Bur the girls seemed happy. Ah happy.
As it was the longest day - already? - I thought it churlish to try and get them into bed too early. It panned out. By the time I did get them moving towards their slumbers, I had enough time to watch the embers of the Dutch assault on Euro 2008. The spry Russians were tearing into the tiring Dutch.
Ooh I never saw that one.
Sunday after a day in the country at a friend's birthday party, I returned from delivering the hire car and getting the children into bed to see the crucial bits of Italy v Spain.
Oh how we love a penalty shoot out especially if you haven't been watching the game. Drama, tension, agony. And that's just putting the children to bed.
So Spain reign. Is this a forewarning of Wimbledon glory?
Who's to say. Rafael Nadal opens his campaign on Tuesday bidding to become the first man to win Roland Garros and Wimbledon back-to-back since Bjorn Borg in 1980.
Federer, going for a record sixth straight title, has stopped him twice before. Can he halt him again or will it be someone else? I can't live the anguish of ignorance.
Perhaps I exaggerate a bit. Actually quite a lot.
No football till the Turkey v Germay semi final on Wednesday. Can the tennis fill the void?