The weekend effectively started on Thursday night, with Dani's birthday bash at her local pub where, as usual, we won a meat tray. We saw the same crowd on Saturday, this time for a drink at a German style beer place and a comedy club. I managed to scrape my knee in a spectacular stack walking in to the pub, which seemed a little wrong.
In between we had a lovely afternoon with friends at Mark and Tanya's place, where we saluted departed dogs and plotted a boy's night out for next weekend.
Sunday afternoon was my father-in-law's birthday bash at which we enjoyed good fine, good wine and unseasonally good weather.
I got to spend lots of time with the kids, we watched lots of Spaced and Brideshead Revisited DVDs, listened to hours of Simon and Garfunkel, and Arsenal started the new season with a flourish.
In sum, had this weekend been a song it would have been this one: