My Cantonese lesson was cancelled. The teacher has a fever. In HK this can be a euphamism for SARS, so all concerned thought it best if we put it off to next week. We hit a record early lunch today; we started at 11:30am. Today was mixed rice and noodles. It's hard when you've finished lunch by noon. That's a long stretch to dinner, which in our house is after the dynamic duo are bathed and in bed. I hope my stores of fat are able to keep me going.

It's going to be an interesting weekend.

Jacquie our helper is taking Saturday off to register for the Phillipines election. Exercising her democratic rights means for the first time we have a complete weekend with JC and PB on our own, something we love. We can be ourselves without being conscious of this other person, not quite a stranger but not a family member either, in the flat. It is great to have her around to help but it will be good to being a family on our own, even if for a weekend. Plenty of plans to keep us going too. Off to AMC in the morn with some fellow Disneyland inmates, an afternoon birthday party, Saturday night in (no Jacquie means no babysitting). Most importantly is the 10pm start for the Swans game. The children will be asleep and the dog will be wearing a red and white scarf. No doubt the umpires are in for a bollocking due their atrocious decisions.

Sunday is too far away to even contemplate. No doubt swimming will creep in somewhere. I might even be able to persuade Mrs. M to a spot of tennis or a quick revision of bridge. Otherwise it may be time to take up Dean's offer of Playstation on the plasma.

Most disastrously, should the Swans make the Grand Final it will be telecast next Saturday. That's super, but it also happens to be Jewish New Year, one of the two most important days in the calendar. We're not super-religious, but we do try and do the big ones. Does God forgive those that watch their team trying to win their first flag since the 1930s? Is it a sin or a mitzvah?

Indubitably I will be embiggened with the cromulent answer.