An odd sort of weekend

There are highs and lows to this weekend; the most significant lows being that it seems Virgin will refuse to give me a credit card (so I will have to pay interest on my chunky credit card debt); my shoulder is still giving me trouble and internet research seems to suggest surgery may be required; and I haven't got half the things I wanted to done. The black dog has been at my door, no doubt.

On the plus side of things, the weekend seems to have lasted for an obscene length of time; Jenny's curled up on the sofa contentedly; there's a chicken roasting in the oven; and we've cracked open the bottle of wine she brought back from France.