Saturday 29th November 2025

And so to the weekend.

And being the weekend, that means an early morning to the gym.

Jools made coffee, then I go alone to Whitfield, getting there at twenty past seven, just before the sun rises.

Up the stairs and on the bike. I cycle round Paris again, I seem to enjoy cities more than countrysides. But I have a new Parallel Universe to listen to for the weekend, so set that up and am transported to 1970, with The Beatles about to release their last single before spitting.

So it goes.

Then to Tesco for some vegetables, as I forgot those the last time I went. And yet managed to forget the spinach.

So it goes.

So back home for half eight, on with the wireless and make second brews and breakfast.

Rain was due to fall all morning, so not worth going out. And anyway, I had a second beer delivery coming, so I had better stay in.

The morning was filled with having a shower and listening to Huey on the wireless, then at one, the football was underway, so I watched one of the lunchtime games before settling down on the sofa for the main batch of games.

Norwich had not won a game of any kind since the end of August. We have a new manager now, and failed to beat one of the team right above us in the table midweek, drawing 1-1 with Oxford.

But then Oxford beat Ipswich on Friday evening, so who knows?

On Saturday, we were playing QPR at home, a team that was on a run of three games without defeat.

Norwich took the lead, then conceded within two minutes, then scored two more on the half hour.

And more than hung on for the three points. At kick off we were eight points from safety, and at full time, just five points.

But its just one game.

Still, a wins a win.

Sunset was spectacular, bright red light and clouds from the west spreading over the sky.

I took shots.

Dinner was breaded chicken, grains, steamed corn and cauliflower. For which I made a cheese and mustard sauce, which was magnificent, and blended the whole meal together perfectly.

Then there were two Premier League games, one kicking off at half five, then Spurs v Fulham at eight.

I swear I looked away twice in the first four minutes of the Spurs game, and they conceded both times.

As it is the time of year we remember those who we lost from my RAF trade, I had a beer during the evening and toasted to those now in the care of St Barbara.