It's a lovely feeling - waking up on a Friday morning knowing that the 'weekend' is already here and there's no work to go to. Pity we spent most of the morning tidying up for Emma's Dad's visit!

I'm dispatched over to Morrisons to pick up a few essentials and figure I must be in for a rough time, as it takes me three laps of the car park to find a parking space.

Inside, it's crazy. It's only Good Friday - why are there so many people shopping? It's a full, normal Saturday tomorrow... weird. Almost all the people in Morrisons have full trolleys, loaded up the very top - and they're all wandering around muttering to each other about it being ridiculous that so many people are here.

"Anyone would think the shops were closing for a week!" and "I don't know why they're all here!" - wake up, nutbars - you're the nutters doing your full weekly shop on Good Friday! What is it that makes people decide to stock up on absolutely everything just because there's a bank holiday? I'm only there because we're out of milk and need some bread, eggs and other staple bits - I'm not filling the freezer and cupboards!

Anyhow, it's so manic that I get half-way round, lose my marbles and decide that my sanity might be remotely restored if I go to the checkout now, with half my list, and pick up the rest at the local Co-Op. The queues are mental - half way up the aisles of the store. Every till is open. I wish I'd just gone to the Co-Op in the first place.

Geoff and Melody showed up at about lunchtime, just as we were finishing off the spring clean. Aimee dotes over her granddad, and - we've discovered - has mastered the word 'granda' when she's trying to get his attention, or to talk about him.

There's some Christian tradition that decrees that you should eat fish on Good Friday, and with a fish supper from the chippy, I'd make my Catholic Nan proud!

As Geoff and Melody are staying for the weekend, we decide to sleep in the 'office' upstairs, whilst they stayed in our room - saving them from the 'hum' of the Proliant in the corner and the associated PC's and printers in the office room. We've not slept in this room before, which is kinda odd, really.