Ah, Valentine's Day, the day for lovers, romantics, florists, chocolatiers, the greetings card industry and European rugby fans. As I have just mentioned in a comment over at Speaking as a parent, which I came by via zed's blog, the opening day of the Six Nations has been lent an extra frisson this year by SWMBO. Whilst I only watch the odd club rugby game these days, I try to make sure that I watch the international games and tournaments that England contest. So it was with that awful 'pit of the stomach' feeling, it has just dawned on me that, despite the fact that England's game is not until tomorrow, I might not see today's opening games. A few weeks back, SWMBO caught me off-guard whilst arranging a lunch date with the Out-laws. As she often complains, I was too engrossed in my online activities to offer more input than the odd 'Yes, darling', 'Uh-huh' and 'S'fine by me'. So this one momentary lapse now means that my fate today is sealed. Today, I shall be mostly dining at the admittedly great Tas Pide Anatolian restaurant. At a table booked for the same time as kick off. With SWMBO and the sprogs. And the Out-laws are coming (and paying) too. I'm off to programme the video which, in itself, is always an exciting adventure with a far from certain outcome.
Posted by bignoseduglyguy at February 14, 2004 10:51 AM | TrackBack