How is it Monday already?

Not a bad weekend off as weekends off go.

Inroads made in the housework, socialising done with friends in Lincoln (the Victoria public house, all I can say is YUM, it's fantastic) and locally too; and drank half the annual wine production of Slovenia. I've actually put a very serious dent in the wine stocks here this month, going to have to do a deal at Majestic next month, either that or trust my tastebuds to the bargain bin at Lidl which I really don't think is going to happen, do you?

Had a cooking frenzy yesterday, an enormous batch of pasta and chilli, dinner for the next few days. I don't know what came over me. Must be the same thing that made me fettle the bike and get it running; money's short at the moment but I feel motivated to get it retaxed and insured before the end of the week, I badly want to get back on the roads in something fun that's not Christine.

Oh, and St George. I notice that unlike every other minor abberation to the calendar, google.co.uk can't be arsed to put up a special title header for our patron saint. Bastards. Any minority you like, so long as it's not the English. Grrrr. I shall be popping into O'Neils later with a red and while flag worn like a cloak, a red and white top hat and demanding a pint of warm cloudy bitter. Anybody like to have a stab at my chances of getting out alive?