Sunday 12th April 2026

Day two of the weekend.

Or Sunday as its better known.

And another day going to the gym, so set the alarm for six.

Get up.

Get dressed.

Feed the cats, make coffee.

On with the trainers, get the headphones, all to be ready for ten to seven.

I could have cried off, but things are going so well, I don't.

There were plenty of cars at the sports centre, more than usual on a Sunday, but the gym was empty, so most must have been there to get some lane swimming in before "family fun" began at eight.

After the session, we went to the café for a drink and a sit down, watching George power up and down the pool.

We had a drink there as we were to go to Samphire Hoe for some orchid chasing. The forecast wasn't good, best early on, so we drive down Jubilee Way and up the A20 to the turn off.

The way the wind funnels with westerlies along the cliffs beside the railway is something to experience when, foolishly, you only have a pair of shots and jumper on.

I would have walked all the way down, but walking into the teeth of such a cold wind numbed brains and legs alike.

We turned round at the second bench, having seen just one spike beside the path up to that point, but five in and around the overflow car park.

We met a couple of other orchidiots on the way, I told them where to go, then we stumbled back to the car, before driving to the tunnel and back home through the town and up Jubilee Way.

It was half nine. Time for a brew and breakfast.

Jools did some gardening, while I had a shower and prepared the vegetables for dinner.

Before then there was the Sunderland v Spurs game at two, which was long looked-forward to as to how Spurs's new manager would fare. Could he get a tune out of that squad?

No.

Only ended 1-0, but Spurs look a relegated team, and their senior management looked on from the stands. Expressionless.

Between the games I cook dinner: garlic chicken, creamed spinach, new potatoes and steamed veggies. All cooked, dished up and eaten by half four when Chelsea kicked off against Chelsea.

A dour first half, but that changed in the second when Citeh found overdrive and scored three. Chelsea had no answer.

And that was the weekend.

Some internetting in the evening, and to bed at half eight.