Yay for weekends! Why are they so good? We even gaze wistfully at the slightly bobbins ones we have known, as being somehow better than workdays.
Anyway, I'm off to the gym tonight, despite my stiff neck, then back home for some neck oil in front of the telly methinks, possibly trying to watch the second half of 28 weeks later while the missus is out gallivanting. She doesn't like scary films, and won't watch thrillers at night 'cos she can't sleep.
As a result, watching horror films is a long winded process for me, so hopefully 28 weeks later isn't too long, or it might turn into 3 acts.
Happy weekend to my reader in Cheltenham, hope the rain keeps off for you!