You know, I was just typing out a whole thing about how my doctors appointment went yesterday... but what's the point in moaning? Basically I got there early for my appointment but was seen 25 minutes late, and it sucked. That's the basic story. And I was seen late because the doctor had an emergency to attend to before coming into her office... so there isn't even a good reason to complain. I really do need to chill out more.
Anyway - it's Friday at last. The new edition of Q Magazine is out, so I will be getting that. Jake has a match tomorrow (not training). My in-laws are staying with us for the weekend. And Jake has his first big performance on Sunday with his stage school thing he does. In a proper theater and everything. No football (well, an international pointless friendly, so it doesn't count) and no RBS Six Nations (Ireland won it, for those that don't know) so a rather sport free weekend.
That is all.
Update: A question to the intelligent amongst you. What does [sic] mean when next to a word? For example: "...just an excuse for Johnathan [sic] to keep us from scouting other labels."
Answers in comments please...