Does it fuck! It's half past bloody two again and I'm throwing together a blog post. After my hand-showing of yesterday, I find myself going out for dinner and a movie this evening and then Mrs NoozHound deciding she'd sit up and watch TV with me - her choice of viewing - not my idea of Saturday night telly. We have a few drinks, she goes to sleep. Guaranteed, I touch the remote she wakes up. Ditto turn on the PC - 'the buzzing will disturb me...'
She's just gone to bed after snoring through two programs then insisting on hanging around guessing at night-line or whatever it's called - movies beginning with 'R'.
We went to Harry Potter - more on that tomorrow. Suffice to say...
Welcome to the disappointment.
