It was one of those weekends where I never seemed to stop. Walking the dog, shopping, doing stuff for family, doing stuff for a neighbour, cooking, cleaning....
The thing that kept me going was the new season of Lost. We have been looking forward to this for weeks, and it started last night.
Everything was done.
I settled on the sofa.
Drink was at hand.
I nibbled a Cream Egg.
The opening scene appeared on the screen.
I woke up about half an hour later wondering what the f£$% had happened.
I repositioned myself, trying to watch the rest of the episode, fighting my eyelids to keep them open, but they are sneaky little blighters. At one point I swear they pulled a flanking move and closed from the bottom up!
Still, all was not Lost. (Geddit?, Lost?) They were showing 2 episodes, so I could at least catch the second one. I decided that I would watch it in bed. I headed up the wooden mountain to Bedfordshire, stripped off, splashed myself with cold water in the bathroom and, fresh as a daisy, rolled into bed to watch more.
Yeah, right. I managed to force my eyes open for a few tantalizing glimpses, but other than that I was off counting sheep.
Oh well, it is bound to be on again. Wish me better luck next time!