I really look forward to Saturday nights….
No, I mean it, I REALLY look forward to them.
Highlight of my week….
Which may be construed as either:
- a) a bit sad, or
- b) a sign of deep unbridled contentment
(please choose the appropriate answer)
and, no before you ask, I’m not out on the razzle. (I might bump into one of my daughters if I was, and that really wouldn’t do, not at all. She will tell you that I’m embarrassing enough without that to boot!)
So, picture the scene if you will….
A log fire
Candles – especially the lovely fat ones burning merrily
A companionable dinner preferably comprising comfort food – or failing that, anything at all that I have not had to cook myself….
Sock knitting at the ready (currently these rather nice cable socks)
And then a self-indulgent three hours of Strictly Come Dancing (I’m an old hand on Strictly) followed by X-Factor (where I’m an absolute newbie), interspersed with detailed analysis with elder daughter of all participants, sometimes even including comments from DH who is hiding behind his newspaper dozing and pretending not to watch.
(Thankfully Brucie doesn’t seem to irritate me – must be all that Generation Game when I was growing up – and Simon plastic man Cowell is nowhere to be seen, and that Gary Barlow chap is an utter sweetie)
A cup of tea and a piece of fruit cake at some point in the procedings (usually made during the X-Factor adverts).
Then waiting up and continually checking the internet until the Strictly spoilers come through. (I do wish they wouldn’t pretend that the Sunday show is actually filmed on Sundays – do the BBC think we are idiots?).
There you go.
Heaven in my books…
At least I’m a happy saddo!