So, got home last night, got the kids to bed, and settled in for a good evening of painting Vikings and drinking beer. Ended up glued to the telly watching the Royal Wedding with the Duchess. (Our invitations to Westminster must have gone astray). Such a magnificent spectacle, watching the Horse Guards trot down to the Palace. And I quite liked the dress. I have very strong childhood memories of Charles and Di's wedding, which probably helps to explain my surprising lack of cynicism. Good luck to them.
In other news, my Medieval Germans brought me victory against an early Imperial Roman Army at the school wargames club last night, breaking my unbroken record of catastrophic defeats. A good Friday all round.