Friday 26th December 2025

Boxing Day.

The second day of sloth.

Not much to get up for this day, nothing really happening until lunchtime when the football would start.

We sleep in to six, then get up to check, inject and feed Scully and feed the rest of the cats.

Coffee is made, and outside the sun is just below the horizon, the sky clear.

Shall we go shopping?

No, we shall not.

We have enough food in the fridge to last us into next week, so there's no rush to Tesco or any other shop.

We have breakfast and a brew, and ponder what to do with the rest of the morning.

We have stuffing and pigs in blankets rolls for an early lunch. The meat is warmed in the air fryer, which works pretty good.

By which time the football was about to begin.

First up, Ipswich played against Millwall, and though dominating, Town could not score.

That was quickly followed by Norwich against Charlton, which was a poor game, though won by City with a turn and shot from Makama, his ninth of the season.

After supper of party food, we settle down to watch Jaws, which Jools had never seen. I first saw it when it came out as a ten year old, taken to see the AA film by a friend of Mum's.

Jools jumped at the head in the boat scene, of course. And the final scene always seemed too fantastic to be believed, when the reast of the film seemed based on reality.

Still, a fine film.