Contrast and Juxtaposition.....

......a misty, moist, mizzly, miserable morning, but it had no bearing on my mood. I awoke feeling upbeat and full of beans (with Sparky standing on my chest) at 7.30am. Fifth week and weekend without alcohol and I'm finally starting to feel the benefit.

Collected a tipsy Nancy from Ethan's birthday party last night. Clearly it had been operating at two levels; adult and child, the best sort of parties. Being sans alcohol on a Saturday night gives me so many more entertainment options, but I won't pretend that the bottle of deliciously hoppy, golden ale in the cupboard didn't shout at me a couple of times.

Owen and I took Sparky for a walk this morning. Exciting encounters this time were limited to Sparky trying to launch a hissing claw attack against a nice wee dog which couldn't get away fast enough. How embarrassing.

Off to the Games Workshop soon for another round of geekdom training with the young Padawan, before settling down to watch Scotland beat France at rugger (some chance!!)