  Spent the weekend with the in-laws. This was mainly to pick up gifts that we’d left down with them and to pick up the 100% Official Wedding Photos. There are some decent ones in there, which I’ll post when I’ve scanned them. However, the whole picking up thing pissed me off.
We set off down to Spalding at 7.30pm Friday night so we could arrange to meet the photographer on the Saturday, which meant I couldn’t watch France vs. Greece and had to rely on Radio 5 for the first half. We get to about Newark and I loose all Radio 5 signal due to the shitty radio, and I’m reduced to relying on text messages from my uncle. After he called when Charisteas put the ball in the net, I made a mad try on the radio and got Talksport (Two Cabbies Shouting – Football365) for the last half an hour.
It then turns out that we have to meet him at 7.00pm on the Saturday – so no need to rush down on the Friday, and I could have revelled in the underdog victory. Arses. = Generally, that’s my weekend. We had Dan and Barney around last night for the football, which proved we have the Least Baby Safe Flat In The World, which is good to know in case someone has a child soon (6 days and counting…).
And, having watched Boogie Nights, I want good Mark Wahlberg back, because he’s ace, and not Crappy Marky Mark, who does shitty remakes. = Just got this e-mail: With reference to our discussions on Friday it would be appear that you were going to resign with 1 months notice from mid july. It would be appreciated if you would tend your offer of resignation at the end of this month but state a slightly longer period of notice (say 6 wks). Arse. That gives me, even if I manage to stretch it a bit, the 13th of August. Which would mean a month without any paid work. Hopefully, I can cash in my pension and/or share options (Note: go see financial officer this week and find out how the share options work when I'm quitting) and that'd get me through. 
