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It's 4.30pm on a Monday public holiday, and again I've been daft enough to come in and work the day, rather than being sensible and just taking it off as a holiday. I have a curious holiday arrangement at Asco where I don't get any of the UK or local public holidays, but have these days added to my annual accrual. As such, I get about 30 - 35 days off per year. A decent haul, and certainly substantial enough that I shouldn't be sitting here like the buffoon that I am.
Although I'm certain Carole has enjoyed the peace and quiet in a house exempt of any lifeforms of the masculine variety.....
We're just off the back of a very quiet weekend. Early Saturday has already been described in my previous blog, and since then there hasn't been a great deal of activity. On Saturday night we watched the movie "Role Models" - terrifically funny yet reduced it's effectiveness with an ending that was as generic and predictable as they come.
On Sunday - after Luca woke us with early with his usual morning chat to himself - we opted for an active morning. I took an early trip to the gym and was glad to find a little of my old enthusiasm had returned. I was worried as I've barely been able to work up the enthusiasm for a year or two, but after this I hope to work up to a reasonable regularity. We followed this with another class for Carole, so by the time lunch came we were both hobbling about like extras from a zombie flick.
We also found time to buy Luca his first proper tricycle - decorated with Peppa Pig stickers, natch. He initially showed a little trepidation toward the pedals, but overall he loved it and has had his perma nappied bottom attached to it's seat since. It also has a removable parent bar attached to the back to help steer and push him initially, as Lance Armstrong has little yet to fear.
We watched another movie on Sunday night, "Definitely, Maybe", another comedy. Not quite as good as Saturdays movie as it sagged as badly in the middle as Mum and Dad's sofa, but it redeemed itself at the end with a clever, albeit horrendously slushy twist.
We have a few things coming up, as well as various social engagements (although none quite as posh as "Why Monsieur Ambassador, with these Ferrero Rochers' you are spoiling us") we're going to Perth for the Gold Cup, T in the Park (dependant on dates) and a comic exhibition at the Southbank Centre.
Yeah, I hadn't got round to telling Carole about the latter.......
**Conspiracy Theory of the Day - Apparently reptilian aliens walk among us, erect and appear to be human, living not only on the planets they come from, but also in caverns and tunnels under the earth. They have cross-bred with humans, which has created "hybrids" who are "possessed" by the full-blooded reptilians. The reptiles' hybrid reptilian-human DNA allows them to change from reptilian to human form if they consume human blood. The reptilian group includes many prominent people and practically every world leader from Britain's late Queen Mother to George H.W. Bush, Hillary Clinton, Harold Wilson, and Tony Blair. These people are either themselves reptilian, or work for the reptiles as slave-like victims of multiple personality disorder**
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