Saturday 23rd November 2024

The weekend comes round, and I am pooped. I mean really tired.

Jools had done shopping already, via click and collect, so no need to get up early for the hunting and or gathering.

Jools however, was to go into work, due to an issue they have had for a couple of weeks. So, I would have the house and cats to myself.

There was the case to empty and sort out clean from dirty clothes, back away presents from friends and the such.

I did at least write blog posts through the week, there was just the task of uploading more pictures, having breakfast, take a shower.

There was no going out, as Storm Burt swept across the country. But swept through so slowly, it would take nearly two whole days to pass, ruining both Saturday and Sunday.

All the above was done with the radio on, and a regular supply of strong coffee.

While outside, rain fell and the ground struggled to soak up the water. Elsewhere there were floods, blizzards, trees torn down, dreadful traffic.

And so on.

Lunchtime came round, so I made oatcakes with butter and marmalade, and began watching football.

Not that it grabbed all my attention, but enough.

Jools came back at half two, time to make coffee and settle down for the main batch of games, following Norwich on BlueSky rather than Twitter as I used to. Norwich flattered to deceive, drew 2-2 and WBA, which in fairness we would have taken before kick off.

Afterwards it was Man City v Spurs, with the home side on a four game losing run, but it couldn't stretch to a 5th, right?

Wrong.

Citeh play well in the first ten minutes, then Spurs score.

And score again.

And between Citeh pepper the Spurs goal with shots, but never to score. Haarland missed at least six.

We missed most of the second half, as it being the occasion of Jools's birthday, and we were going out.

Spurs scored a third just as we were leaving, out into the black night, rain horizontal.

I drive us to Deal, the wind and rain had shaken a lot of leaves down, so the new road was now marked with black tyre tracks in the carpet of leaves all the was to Ringwould.

Deal has its Christmas lights up on the High Street, but we were going to Middle Street to the dining club, just as seeing as the cost for two meals is quite steep.

We go on, our bottles of plonk were opened, and soon the mackerel and horseradish parfit (or mushroom substituting the fish), followed by celeriac and tarragon soup, pan-fried wood pigeon breast and the main of pan-fried bass fillet with gnocchi and harissa beans.

My phone told me after the pigeon that I should slow down before bedtime, so we would be late home. I guess quarter past ten by the time Jools reversed the car down the drive, and a group of four cats all demanding .

Something. Probably food.