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It's a toss up what's been the most middle aged thing I've done this weekend.

Yesterday, we went to a PACT meeting, where I not only complained most heartily about dog fouling, I also managed to get one of my gripes set as a priority for the next month! People were asked what they would like as their 3 and before I knew what was happening, I was saying "well, people are parking too close to the junction, and there'll be an accident one of these days." THERE'LL BE AN ACCIDENT ONE OF THESE DAYS! Cue nods of agreement being made around the table. Someone else then suggested speeding in general for the third priority, and just so I gave something back for their support, I agreed that it was a splendid idea.

For those unfamiliar with the PACT meeting, once all the formalities are out of the way, they then go around the table for you to get your gripes out of the way. We were first to speak up, and I thought that after my priority they might all think that our main complaint was a bit petty. I started to talk about how we have a lamppost just outside our front door that has been used as a toilet for some time by at least three dogs. I have reached the number three because I've seen three fresh turds recently. I went on to explain that it was a minor irritance, especially as some new signs have gone up recently to explain that if you are caught letting your dog foul you face a fine and it seems this has been a red rag to a bull because there's been more poo there since it went up. I look up from my soliloquy and see them all shaking their heads and mumbling things like "terrible", "no respect these days" etc... It was BRILLIANT.

Today has been much less exciting, I've made a Sunday dinner of lamb chops, and cleaned up. All of which I did before 10am because I can't seem to sleep in anymore. I'll leave it to you to decide which of my days have been the most terrible because if I think about it too long my head might explode.