The Rod Stewart Impersonation

Ah.
In fact, to paraphrase Alan Partridge, a-ha!!
Do you know what tomorrow is?

Tomorrow, apparently, is Thursday. I hadn't realised that, any more than I'd realised Christmas was as nearly upon us as in fact it was.

There's very little in the way of escape from breakfast here at the hotel in the morning before we leave and go back to our normal life, having at least nominally survived the first Christmas in our life together without my Dad. Good idea, this "going away for Christmas" lark. Would we come here again? Probably not. We've sort of been spoiled for hotels by the wonder that was Kilworth House, which will always hold such happy memories for us, and which was really the first "Away Mission" we did.

The highlight, if that's the right word, of today was a Rod Stewart tribute artist after dinner. There's a whole world of Peter Kay comedy waiting to be mined from the earnest dedication of people who neither look nor sound anything like the people they impersonate for a living, and manage to miss every conceivable "note" in a desperate swagger of rock star attitude. That was...erm...something to behold.

The point of all this meandering is that tomorrow is Thursday. And I won't be able to weigh in until after breakfast, so technically it doesn't count!

Shurrup, no it doesn't. My blog, my rules, alright?

So the next weigh in will in face be the pace-setter for 2013, the target against which all future effort will be marked. And more to the point, it'll be next week. Hoorah!