Or should I say, sporting weekend? I’m in heaven.
I was up at the crack of dawn to watch MotoGP qualifying from Indonesia. I’ve had breakfast and I’m going to be watching Milan-Sanremo from the start, a cycle race I normally watch conclude in Sanremo – but not this time. This is largely because I’m meeting a friend I’ve not seen for three years for a quick coffee. He’s fit me into his very busy trip to the Property Exhibition (MIPIM) in Cannes.
I’ll then be shooting back home to put on the second television screen so that we can follow a key football match, Aston Villa v Arsenal. Then we’ll have the conclusion of the cycle race before watching France v England rugby match where we’ll be cheering for our adopted country, hoping they will lift the six Nations’ Trophy. Then, I’ll be rising rather earlier than normal to watch the conclusion of the MotoGP racing. Finally, I’ll be watching another football match, Marseille v OGC Nice, a local derby and what fans would call a six-pointer!
I have already pre-prepared our meals so that I won’t miss too much of the action in the kitchen!