You're way too beautiful...

I am of course talking about the stunning Arsenal football team. Perhaps the only side in England that start their home games by generously presenting their oponents with a one-goal lead. Despite this they came storming back to record a 2-1 victory against Fulham on Sunday. Alex Hleb has just accepted Fabregas' proposal of marriage..

Aside from the start of the new football season it has been a quiet weekend. Mr. Watkins' continued abscence is a cause for concern for Mr. K and I. We think he might have been attacked by a deranged cow somewhere and be lying facedown in a ditch chewing on some lettuce. Either that or he's busy working. In the wake of his timely withdrawal, Mr. K and I spent a relaxed evening at his mansion on Saturday night. I had to firmly refuse that we go down to Kitson's local as his alcoholism is still unresolved, and he might frighten the locals with his farmerish tones..

On Sunday like a good boy I took my parents to the cinema for their anniversary. We saw the 'Waitress' which is basically about a waitress (big plot twist) who is stuck in an abusive marriage. She makes pies at her workplace which she names after her experiences. "I Don't Want Earl's Baby" pie being one of the more surreal titles. All in all it was a worthy effort, my one complaint being the cinema seat I had placed my derrier on. It sunk till it was but 5 centimetres off the floor. I now know how midgets feel. Or at least a midget at a cinema.

That's about all for this week. An impending house move weighs over my head like a poorly balanced judge's wig. I shall let you know when this eventually happens and when I start blogging from my new dwelling. Till next time..