Saturday 18th January 2025

And so to the weekend, and another one for which we had plans, and then abandoned.

Why?

Well, the weather was grey, misty and yuk, and so travel on motorways wasn't probably the best idea.

Idea one was to go to Orpington to ride on the electric buses which are now running from there, just to ride on them. The other idea was to visit the one major church in east Kent I seem to have missed: Great Chart near Ashford.

So before i went to Tesco I told Jools not to worry about being ready to go out at nine, but to relax.

Tesco was empty really. A few hardy souls at quarter past seven. Meaning I could whiz up and down and get all what we wanted, then to the scanner to pay and back out, all by eight.

Not that there was a rush.

I had stopped to take a shot of the self-storage warehouse on the estate, it will do as the shot of the day. Will have to as it was the only shot.

We had breakfast, washed up. Did chores, vacuuming, and the like, then had showers so all to be nice and clean.

Which meant that at half twelve I could join Scully on the sofa for an afternoon of football.

Jools went to Mike's to drop off George's birthday card, picked up some other stuff at M&S, then came back for brews.

Norwich were playing Sheffield Utd, the league leaders, and did OK for twenty minutes, then folded. 2-0. Could have been five and we had one shot on goal.

Next was Arsenal v Villa, during which I swapped messages with a friend in the US who was also watching the game. He is also an Arsenal fan for some reason.

The Arse went 2-0 up that seemed that. But I played the hex card and messaged Mark: "Nothing can go wrong now", which everyone knows is an affront to the football Gods, and so it was that Villa scored two quick goals to draw level, then both sides missed a couple of chances each. But ended 2-2.

So it goes. So it goes.