Sunday 30th November 2025

It is Sunday.

And sunny.

But cold.

And to start the day, we head to Whitfield for some phys.

The usual faces seen as we park the car and walk to the entrance. Words of greetings are exchanged, as are self-judgements that we must be mad to be here at quarter past seven.

I cycle round the Loire Valley for forty minutes while the Parallel Universe pays in my ears.

More people arrive, and are when we leave, happy that we had done our session, already.

We go home via the filling station, as I have to pick Jen and Jane up at Gatwick on Tuesday, and motorway fuel stops are very expensive.

That done, and chocolate bought, we go home for breakfast and a shower, then wonder what to do with the day.

We don't do much with the day, really. The morning passes with the radio on and us messing around online.

Football starts at midday, but I don't fancy the Scottish game on offer. Instead, I make lunch, chorizo hash, all ready for half one.

We eat that, wash up so I can watch the first of the two Prem games: West Ham v Liverpool, which Liverpool ease to an easy 2-0 win. With the home side not really having any confidence they would score.

So don't.

Chelsea v Arsenal was a stinker, and I got quite angry as to how dreadful it was, with all the feigning of injuries to get opposition players sent off.

Cheese and crackers for supper. And with wine, as it had been ten days since I had had a sip.

The fine day had given way to a wet and windy night, that was to continue all through Monday.

So, hold onto your hats!