I only found out a week agao that he was seriously ill and had been for two years. He spent his last days in a hospice.
He was 59 years old, the same age as myself.
Form whom the bell tolls, we know not.
Another weekend where we did have plans, and yet it was all too easy to cancel them.
Truth is, the 14,000 or so steps i did Friday had made my thighs ache, and my back was telling my brain how much it hurt.
And although the day started out with rain, skies would soon clear and it would be sunny. But we were tired little troopers.
I went to Tesco on my own again. This time the shopping only coming to about sixty five quid, though with no beer or cleaning products. Anyway, being the last weekend of the month, spending less is always good.Back home for ten past eight, I make breakfast of fruit and fresh brews, while Jools puts the shopping away.
So for the morning I did some cleaning in the kitchen, emptied the bins and watched birds in the garden. Made all the more dramatic by the arrival of a Raven, half filling the back garden. This means we have had all seven resident UK corvids in the garden already this year, and its only the end of January. And that included Choughs as we have had two visitations by them already, after their reintroduction up at Dover Castle.
By the time Norwich kicked off at half twelve, it was sunny outside. As they played we ate chorizo hash and drank beer. City 1-0 up in a dull and uninspiring first half. Conceded a leveller soon after the restart. Got one back, then in a five minute period near the end, scored three more. 5-1.
No idea where that came from.Scully and I sat on the sofa listening to the games on the radio and watching Final Score.
And after that, Citeh came from behind to beat Chelsea, as we munched on fresh sausage rolls for our supper.
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