Saturday 27th September 2025

I woke up at five to eight, my head full of cotton wool.

How can it be that when you sleep longer than usual, you wake up even more tired?

Anyway, it's the weekend, and we had little planned.

So, a relaxing early morning spent drinking coffee and listening to RadMac on the wireless.

Once I was awake, say, half ten, we drove round to Jen's to take a look at the latest mail from US Immigration.

Not much traffic around these days at weekends, but one thing I do notice is more drivers think the outside lane on a dual carriageway are just for their use, pull into it without indicating, and will not pull in to let people pass.

Are people just greedy and stupid?

Anyway, just before we were to go out, Jools called to come and look at something.

Up in the sky along the line of the cliffs, something like 30 paragliders were wheeling, soaring and generally trying to avoid hitting each other.

The sound was like a large swarm of angry hornets.

One had a flag suspended below, others had smoke cannisters, so were like a small version of the red arrows.

No idea what it was all about, but for half an hour the sky was full and bloody noisy.

The big news from the US is that Jen's electronic visa had been approved, so she can now go on holiday.

Yay me.

We leave and come home. Have "Cornish" pasty for lunch before the footy marathon began.

Football League on the tellybox: Coventry v Birmingham, and the home side romping to a 3-0 win. Then the main batch of games on the wireless, piped through the mobile, while I watched Final Score with no sound.

Then two evening games, and if I'm honest, I was pretty much footballed out by seven, but laboured through the the bitter end, when Spurs scored in the last minute to draw with Wolves.