So, it's been my favourite kind of weekend – lots of different bits going on. Started with H spontaneously mowing our jungle of a lawn on Thurs eve – prompted me to ask him what this mysterious all-action gardener type person had done with my fiance… And then the first BBQ of the 'summer' – once the revolting mould fluff of 2010 had been scrubbed off the grill – more bugs than a car windscreen on the M1, g-ross.
And then a spot of personal trainer – threatening again to ban me from alcohol in April to help the wedding weight loss – I should coco, does that man know what he's suggesting?? And a Fri night out for Vicki's birthday, involving me squeezing back into an overly tight pair of jeans (ah, welcome back old friends) and hoiking my top down to hide the inevitable muffintops sprouting unglamorously over the edge.
Then hockey yesterday, playing with my Wimbledon over 40s team – always nice to share the pitch with people infinitely better than me, although I had to shake myself out of my appreciative reverie several times as the ball approached and I'd forgetten I was actually on the pitch and not just enjoying the spectating… Man some of those wily old birds are quick on the break. Came home with a medal (god those things are the same as they were in the 1970s, super-naff, but pleasing) and as ever, a sore crumbly old back.
Then a 'date' out with the future Mrs Scott last night – tried another waterfront restaurant in Battersea, on the magical 50% off via Top Table. Very nice too, the biggtest lemon sole I've ever done fishbone-battle with, although bloody freezing by the time we left, the day's lovely sun had certainly been replaced by Nippy Nora Wind.
And to today – a spot of choring (of course), taking the Moomin Troll (Mum) out for lunch, filling her fridge with food and chucking out the grim nasties left lurking in it, seeing how many pairs of socks will need to go under the mother-of-the-bride wedding hat I've bought for her, so she can still actually see out, and sorting some wedding schtuff this arvo. H has been despatched to the dump with the garden bags and last year's defunct tommie plants, I've just placed an Ocado order for the 'Post-wedding BBQ planning supper' this Thurs, and all is well in middle aged, middle England.
May your last daffodils continue to flourish and your courgettes happily sprout, bon Sunday x