Tig, you're it!

What games did you play when you were younger? Hide and seek? Tig? British Bulldog? Hopscotch? My favourite was probably ‘ball tig’. Mainly because I was a lot better at throwing a ball than kicking a ball (born true by my preference for basketball over football).

Louise’s birthday yesterday. Quiet day to ourselves. Wandered round the shops, had coffee at our favourite little place (Crema in Hamilton), and started thinking about getting a new bathroom – hey it was her birthday so if she wanted to trail round DIY stores who am I to say no? πŸ˜‰

I cooked Chicken and Mushroom Stroganoff for dinner, I would give you a recipe but I wasn’t really following one, kinda used this one, and guessed amounts based on other recipes. It was delicious if I say so myself, chocolate gateau followed (bought), all accompanied by a very drinkable Chilean Cabernet Sauvignon. Yum.

Got out a couple of movies to watch: Spy Game, and The Score. Spy Game was good, Robert Redford and Brad Pitt were, as ever, solid, reliable and believable, nice story, and it will probably make it’s way into our collection at some point. The Score was average. Robert de Niro was, well Robert de Niro. This kinda role he can do in his sleep. Edward Norton was superb. I’ve yet to be disappointed by him, and he seems to be very adaptable to differing roles.

Today: washed car, tidied house, tried to cut grass but lawnmower appears to have died quietly in it’s sleep – which is odd as I always thought it would go out in style, a big bang and lots of smoke or something – my parents and sister are coming over, and we are all going out to dinner, probably DiMaggio’s. Good food, good wine, good company. What a great way to round off a weekend!

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Long time blogger, Father of Jack, geek of many things, random photographer and writer of nonsense.

Doing my best to find a balance.

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