Fragrant stir Fry

I'm going to try to take another step back from watching the footy this year. There are a lot of players on the side and they all need their chances. We were trounced this morning at a pre league season friendly, and there were some very miserable faces afterwards, but Ben saved a penalty and a few other cracking leaps and bounds kept the ball out. Venga chicos! Let's enjoy ourselves.

After that, it was a round of various duties. Presents to be bought and fatigue to be cured before the onslaught... of waiting, for me at least, for three and a half hours in the music school. There was much noisy confusion. I had no official advice as what to do to get Little Agu with a slot for his weekly, half hour piano lesson and some other activities. The enscription started this year with the letter M, so Risco was soon up for Agu, and I have him sorted for two evenings a week. Let's hope it suits him. Meanwhile, we looked down on Fiona's garden and I wondered if she was back..

Boys to the Port and parties galore, whilst I waited and waited and waited. Finally I now have an hour a week, amidst a complicated arrangemenet of to-ing and fro-ing between the football pitch and music school (round the corner, thank God) to get me back on track with some tuition. It's twenty something years since I had a piano lesson, and I am quietly very excited.

I called in on F to let her know of tomorrow's ventures with L, to find she was just back with C, and some lovely guests. We had a pre prandial, raced off to have showers etc, basil in hand before it too bolted, and then met up again in the square for a jolly few hours. Cinderella time struck on the council clock, and we left for our beauty sleep.

All kinds of stuff is going on the Port, and the helicopters have been buzzing overhead Hollywood style. It's all very strange to think that there are A listers overhead and around us, but I haven't seen hide nor hair. Not bovvered to be honest, it's good to have friends about and stuff to do of my own. Like read Mr Fry's so very personal autobiography Part 2. I can't help but love him.