I was chatting to one of my friends by phone over the weekend. He lives in Glasgow so we would speak every few weeks, we realised what little we have done since the last time we spoke. It feels like we work and live for the weekend. Perhaps this is s symptom of age, it maybe happens to everyone approaching 30.
I found out at the weekend that my parents now read this blog. With that in mind I'll admit to having had a fantastic weekend filled with hookers and cocaine, I had to make something up, I think their weekend was probably more hedonistic than mine.
Rebecca's granny went walkabout on Sunday morning, last spotted walking down her road in thick fog at 8.10 in the morning. 90 years old and decided to walk to church, her church is about 6 miles away. She must have decided that was a little far and stopped at a church on the way. Luckily one of the parishoners recognised that she was confused and with a bit of luck and detective work this very kind lady managed to track down her house. By this stage the police had just taken a statement and were leaving the house and in she walked. The lady had already been to Rebecca's parents house, left a note on the door and was going to bring her back to her own house if there was no-one at her granny's house. There are some good samaritans out there after all.