That means up, not so early at six. Drink coffee and go to the gym.
I gym it, whilst Jools swims. I struggle to do my forty minutes, but get it done, though am hot and bothered by the end.
I wait for Jools in the café, so then we can go home.Home for brews and breakfast, before its time to test Scully again. Her insulin has been reduced, so we have to keep an eye on her.
We have the radio on, Huey playing great tunes, then a shower, all to be done for half twelve when the football begins.An afternoon on the sofa; first watch Portsmouth beat relegation-threatened Leicester 1-0, then listen to the radio as Leeds beat Wolves 3-0, while Norwich came from behind to beat Bristol City 4-2 at their place.
There was still time for more football: Spurs v Brighton. And Spurs had not won since the 28th December, and are now staring relegation in the face.They went into injury time 2-1, only for Brighton to level with the not quite last kick of the game.
The stadium fell silent, Spurs players fell to their knees.
So it goes. So it goes.
No comments:
Post a Comment