Springtime in paris

I know you are all trés excited about this weekend. And any number of future weekends^[1] Yes, that’s right my fellow rugby^[2] fans, the Six Nations is almost here. And already the meeja is hyped beyond belief. Will we win the Grand Slam for the second year in a row^[3]

Or will we do the unthinkable and lose to Italy^[4]

I’ve all the dates stuck in the calendar. Himself isn’t a rugby fan so I’ve had to utter a decree that I shall be watching the rugby. He can go shoot things on the PS. That’s what boys like to do isn’t it? We already had a near catastrophe after buying tickets for the film festival and then me thinking, “I really hope there isn’t a match on then…” Luckily enough there wasn’t. So phew, drama over before it happened.