Lyn and I are just having a lazy Sunday. There is rather thick snow outside, so it’s a perfect day to stay in, catch up on TV we missed, watch time team and top gear, and so on. I have been trying too organize a trip to my parents in march, which is proving harder to get my head round than perhaps it should. There are so man different parameters and logistical factors to take into account: if I can get a degree surely I can get two crips and their PA to Cheshire and back. I’m sure it’ll become easy once I put my mind to it, but that can wait till tomorrow: now, it’s time too grab a drink f something nice, put my feet up, and look forward to watching three idiots talk bolloks and drive cars. After all, that is what Sunday night is for.