My weekend was full of ups and down. I had a great time cheering on my rugby team, which didn’t do too much good as we lost 40 something to 7. And I may or may not be on the outs with a family from the rugby club. See, I shouted at their child after the game, quite loudly and quite publicly.
Season 13 of American anti-sitcom 'It's Always Sunny In Philadelphia' has at long last been released on Netflix, and I binged the whole season until my body betrayed me. I finally succumbed to sleep somewhere around 4am, emotionally exhausted and aching from laughter. It's surprising that I didn’t wake the whole house with my ridiculously high-pitched breathless squeals as the gang's antics became too much.