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Que sera sera. Whatever will be will be. We're going to Wemberley. Que sera sera.

Wise words and particularly apt when you are going to Wembley tomorrow. I am quite excited. My Dad is down to stay tonight ready for the big day. I should have tidied ready for his arrival but instead played Wow one night and got drunk and had a shit curry in brick lane the next. My new plan is to go for food and drinks first and get my Dad a little liquored up so the shock of my flat is softened. And it will be dark. Which will help hide stuff. And then tidy while he sleeps so he can wake up to a spiffingly tidy flat and won't think his son is a total waster. And I will cook him breakfast. I may even do my special eggs.