A couple of years ago the thought of a Saturday without my girls would have filled my guts with a gnawing emptiness. This weekend I have moved on enormously.
I didn’t rail pathetically at my ex like the powerless loser that I used to be. More to the point, I didn’t allow myself to waste the weekend moping about and pining fruitlessly for my girls either.
I watched Dark Night on Friday evening with my patient wife. Today I received my 16GB iPhone after multiple attempts with broken credit. Then my wife and I test drove a Fiat 500 around Hyde Park. It was funky, stylish, chic and cheeky. Long term readers of this blog might recall my beloved Smart Roadster; well this had a similar feel, albeit with greater refinement and more driver aids. We fell in love with it.
Then we popped into Selfridges for some Skippy peanut butter and some Oreos for the girls. Then back to the flat.
My friends came over and while I set up my iPhone they kept themselves busy with geeky computer stuff.
Later we had a lovely dinner prepared by my lovely wife and finally, we played four player split-screen Call of Duty 4 on the PS3. Beautiful.
I got to speak to my girls briefly because their mum took them to the Qadiani Cult Camp, an annual gathering of brainwashed Punjabis in some field in Surrey. No matter. I have had a beautiful weekend so far. AlHamdulillah.
(The best part is that I’m blogging this from my iPhone.)



