Ahhh the weekend...

For me an average Saturday wouldn't normally have begun until ten or eleven o'clock, as I recover from a week in the office. This morning, however, I was having a fight with the alarm clock, set to get me up in time to beat the Saturday morning grid lock that consumes our small, yet popular town. I posted some letters before heading for the barbers to be scalped. With it being nine o'clock the place was empty, save for the three barbers chatting over the morning's paper. Paul ((my barber for over fourteen years)) gave me my usual and as ever, made a great job of it.

On the way home I ran my car through the local car wash centre and stopped off for fuel at our local Morrisons ((who have dropped their UL fuel to under 80p/litre would you believe)). Since getting back home I've spent the morning winding down to the sounds of Shajarian Ahang-Vafa as well as random drum and bass. Talk about contrasting tastes!

Tom leant me John Grisham's 'The Rain Maker' so I'll probably make a start on that over the weekend. I've got episode 5 of The O.C. season 2 to watch aaaand some college coursework to complete. Oh joy.