Weekend blogging

Of all the things I'd never thought to do with my life, I spent Saturday morning watching a rugby game. Because da_norvegicus had to choose between that and cross-country for his winter sport. There were a lot of tries scored at both ends, but unfortunately not in the same half; I've forgotten what little I ever knew about rugby scoring, but the other team scored somewhere in the low triple figures. Still, it was a nice day and the dog got to explore a new place with new and exciting smells.

Sunday, da_norvegicus elected to earn money by scrubbing floors while Rey and I went into town, leading to the following exchange:

Me: "It'll take a while, so I suggest you find some music you like and put it on."
Ratboy: "Or I could pick something I don't like, so I've got motivation to do the job quickly."

This degenerated to "the first track from the Hampsterdance CD, on repeat."

(Sadly we ended up leaving in a rush, to get to the shops before they closed, and forgot to set this in motion before we left the house. Still, he did the kitchen and dining room, and they look much less grimy now.)

We stopped off at Tin Soldier and bought gaming supplies. Then we stopped by the craft shop next door, and I managed to delay us longer there (and cost us more, too) than I had in the gaming shop, when Rey asked me to pick wool & pattern for a new jumper*. I'm not sure what this says about me.

And then we made a month's supply of sandwiches to go in our new chest freezer, because we are Organised (TM). Wasn't that exciting?

*Which means here what 'sweater' does in other parts of the world.