When the weekend comes...

...I tend to just sit about and forget to do the things that I planned, throughout the week, to do on the weekend. I have, however, cooked us all omelettes and washed some pots. This is not the stuff that makes for a good blog entry but, as I look out of the window at the rain and ponder whether I would have purchased one of the available tickets for Hull City v Portsmouth had there been any disposable cash in the pot and get almost excited at the prospect of a pitcher of lager at the local after X Factor and before Match of the Day tonight, I do feel that might be as exciting as things get today. Pretty tired, after a day of watching other people work in the media yesterday.