To-ga!

Well, not really. The car came and collected the Mrs. about an hour ago for her semi-annual business trip to her clients on the West Coast (San Francisco to LA and points in between over 10 days) and I'm home with the girls. I laugh that I've gotten so domesticated that the only change in my routine is that I can watch unlimited amounts of European football without the Mrs. nagging at me reminding me of the other things I need to do. No wild parties, no tit bars with the mates, no staying up late, and no excessive drinking.

Yikes! I'm getting "mature". Heh ...

Update:

And let me just voice my annoyance with a steady rain coming down on top of a foot of snow. What a bloody mess ...