T-F-I-F!

The Husband will be home from earning our daily crust in about half an hour.  It's 15.34 now as I begin to type and he usually comes through the door somewhere between  ten and fifteen minutes past four, having started work between 07.45 and 08.00 (depending whether he and The Boss - his manager and good friend who has given him a lift to work and back for years - go via Tesco for doughnuts or other breakfastings).   I am sitting here with slightly damp hair (but dressed and shod) so in the time it will take to dry fully of its own accord I aim to have blogged and posted.  And be fit and filthy and ready to rock.  Because at 16.15 The Weekend Starts.  Thank Fortitude it's Friday.

Oh, and what a weekend it is shaping up to be.  It was already arranged that it would be our weekend with The Daughter and The Boyfriend, our turn to celebrate her 30th with them.  Only he has stolen a march on us all - in March, as well - and asked her to marry him.  So now  we are seeing The Daughter and Her Fiance for the weekend, and this is a very different matter altogether.  We had already decided to have tea in a world-renowned smart hotel near their house, but now the dithering about whether to go for the Champagne Option has kinda been decided for us.  As brand newly betrothed couples do not go to smart hotels and NOT drink Champagne, do they?  It would be unthinkable.

And then there is the showing off of The Husband's birthday present from his fond wife, your own Goldenoldenlady.  It's his birthday on 21 March, and has been in my mind for some weeks to get him a DVD camcorder, as in the summer we are going to see his niece married in Spain, and Our Ma will be quite unable to make the trip, so the occasion needs to be brought to her, digitally.  A recording of her granddaughter's wedding where she will ask who's that? and what's this? quite a bit (including possibly who are the bride and groom, again? as her vascular dementia means she forgets all about those people she doesn't see every day, or weekly at least). But then the betrothal bombshell landed and so a double reason for buying a nice bit of kit moved me to get a Full HD Memory camcorder, cos they are even better and smaller and have all sorts of bells and whistles, and anyhow I have only one child, one wonderful daughter and I feel it in my old bones and water that she will marry only once as well.  They just look set that way, this couple.

So The Husband and the Son-in-Law Apparent will have a nice shiny thing that goes ping and winks lights at them to play with on Saturday evening while The Daughter and I discuss flowers and shoes and 200-count cotton bed linen and who makes the fluffiest towels.  And The Dogs snores between us on the floor oblivious to the detail but very aware that all His Humans are exceedingly happy and isn't that nice.

Then Sunday we will rise, and walk the dog in the park, and have brunch before taking our leave.  If anyone else out there has a better weekend planned they must have won the lottery.