11.20 on Saturday morning and the free time for the weekend is over already.
I’m just about to head off to see the Tiges demolish Essendon at the ‘G, then it’s in the car and out to Oakleigh to see the Melbourne Ice defeat the North Stars, tomorrow morning it’s breakfast for Mother’s day, then the Doggies v Freo at the most misleadingly named Telstra Dome and then Rae’s mum is coming over dinner. That leaves me with just enough time to iron a shirt and jump in to bed before heading back to work for a rest on Monday.