Its the boys 13th birthday next Monday, 13! how time flies! and a week last Friday I orederd him a new cricket bat as requested (he does not read this blog) a lovely looking Kookabura bat as used by some famous Aussie cricketer, I was assured that it would be here within 3 days, sadly the snow seems to have blown out that schedule, so I am chasing them hard to get it here before Monday, they will be faced with the Finch Rage if it is not here!

Had a very quiet day Saturday doing bugger all, and relaxing safe in the knowledge that Charlton would not ruin my weekend at around 5pm as their game was off. Sunday was quiet in the morning and then a busy afternoon rehearsing, for some reason I found that hard going and had an animated discussion with a member of the production crew about something or nothing, the whole cast thoroughly enjoyed watching that.... and then home to await the arrival of Young Finch from his mothers.

Last night I was asked to attend the District Scout Leaders Meeting, something I don't normally attend as I am not Scout Leader! I was there in my role as Show Publicity and duly dished out the flyers and spoke briefly about the show, then hung around to catch up with a fair amount of old friends, and may have ended up volunteering to man a drinks station at the Marathon!

I had two phone calls yesterday, I have an interview in Stratford and more excitingly another well known National Museum have a vacancy and they are keen to talk to me because of my museum background... so the good suit is off to the dry cleaners!

After the week I had I was glad to head off out with the boys for our reglular poker night, large amounts of Gin was consumed by myself and Mr O'Brien, Jordan fluked it and won the pot, and we spent a huge amount of time discussing the virtues of Biffens Bridge as a holday destination
Young Miss White rang from Bristol where she was holed up doing a hotel inspection with Pete the Poof, and we ended up discussing Biffens Bridge and the old cocknuckle, which I think is a pub in Biffens Bridge...all a bit bizzarre!!
Its a quiet day for me, Horror Boy is away for the weekend, so its watching the rugby and doing bugger all for me today, then tomorrow its rehearsals, tickets are available now!!!

Why do people pay a H&S advisor ask for the benefit of their knowledge because they know sod all, then when they do not like what you say tell you in their opinion you are wrong? waste of my time and effort, I was pissed off this morning on the way to work and after my advice at lunchtime my mood deteriorated rapidly, I am not happy being told I am wrong by someone who knows fuck all about H&S.....TWAT

It was a very busy day today in the office, so much so we got to talking about parrots running amok in the the Brazilian rainforests...you see we are ecologicaly up to speed..... anyway I am reminded of a friend who shall remain nameles (Brian) who had a flea riddled old parrot, they were both very fond of each other, the parrot hated women, he would go for them everytime, which was a problem for Brians wife and 3 daughters! Brian and the blessed parrot hated parties, so whenever they had a party Brain and his feathered friend dissapeared up into the loft for the whole night, now and again one of us would wander up the ladder to the loft to deliver Brian a nice cold beer..... in the loft you would find Brain in a hueg comfy leather chair with the parrot perched on his shoulder.