Matchday IV

Another home game. And no relaxation class on the Friday night. The omens are not good. Last time I didn't go to the Friday night session we lost.

This Friday's offering. Dinner at home with the family and the less than relaxing chance to put the boy to bed. For some reason he's decided to become Mr Party Central as soon as his sisters go to bed.

I think it is a logical cry for attention especially since the other two are so overwhelming. Shame really that it is all so late in the day.

Or really quite early evening.

My natural inclination would be to join the rapscallion in the dormitary but I'd probably go to sleep before him and that would defeat the whole object of putting him to be.

It might give me more energy though.

Conundrum time.