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A good weekend? I can't remember...



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Published Date: 02 October 2008
You'd think I would be prepared for it by now.
Write a list, or a little note on my hand to jog my old memory.
But, every Monday morning it happens, and I kick myself every time.

I waft, bleary-eyed after weekend, into office and someone, usually one of the twentysomethings I work with, will ask me if I had a good one.

And, absolutely without fail, I ca
nnot think of anything interesting that I did.

While they enthuse about cool stuff like gigs and clubs, I rack my brain to actually recall anything interesting that I did.

Then, an hour later when it all starts coming back, I feel like running after them like a desperate person, tugging on their sleeve, and telling them about, um, a good DVD I watched or something.

Recently I attended the wedding of an old friend. And this wasn't any old wedding.

It was a cultural melting pot of trendy left-wing Londoners on one side of Islington Town Hall, and sassy Cubans on the other.

As this didn't involve standing on a blustery touchline, or donning a chauffer's cap while stuffing football shirts in the washing machine - my usual weekend fare - you would have thought this would have stuck in my memory for more than a few hours.

But when it came to Monday morning my mind went blank and as usual I rolled my eyes in recognition of my sad life and muttered something about cleaning out the vegetable drawer in the fridge.

My young colleagues laugh and sympathise, as they are lovely people, but I know what they are thinking: "Please never let me get to that age."



Brilliant things about having boys part 2: In response to a really irritating-beyond-belief question I asked older son the other day, probably something like 'have you had a good day?', he replied 'that is probably the most annoying thing you've ever said.'

Now, I know this doesn't sound like a brilliant thing about having boys but, trying to put a positive spin on it, at least you know where you are with them; it is all pretty upfront and straightforward.

And it makes you develop a thick skin which is useful in all sorts of family/work situations, I think you'll agree.




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