What will become of my Saturday nights? Sunday’s too won’t be the same.  They were beginning to feel like Saturday’s; home cooked dinner, nice bottle of red, Xfactor.

With Geordie crooner Joe crowned Xfactor king (despite my multiple votes for the shoe shuffler from Essex), what to plan my weekend around now?

Let’s see….mad, patience testing, spending vast amounts of cash on others, Christmas shopping round Oxford Street?  Great.  Extra sessions down the gym followed by some more recall training for Cooper (well, he does need it).  Gym, at the weekend?  Are you mad? (don’t answer).

Oh well, it would seem there’s nothing for it.  It’s back to getting out of the house of a Saturday evening and socialising I suppose.  Lovely, and just in time for the ‘cold spell’.

Emma