Timing is all

I will be nipping off to see my mum as we are still having to lurk in the vicinity of Braunston until, at least, Monday whilst waiting for new cratch covers (both us and Caxton). So I will leave the blog (and the computer) in G's tender hands.

He should have a lovely weekend-9 hours of rugby Saturday and the start of the grand prix season on Sunday, with no wife to nag about jobs that need doing and a boat that I've stocked with disgustingly fattening treats; he can fill his boots and drain the batteries dry with impunity.

My only worry is that he might have such a good time that he might not tell me where he is when I come back!!!