And no lay in as my brain wakes me at half five.
May as well get up, then.
Up and dressed, drink coffee so that we can drive to the sports centre at just before seven.
The car park was as empty as we've ever seen it, and indeed when we reach the gym there is no Eurodisco blaring out and just one other person, who was pumping iron, or preparing to.
My podcast lasted 37 minutes, close enough to 40 for cash, and not worth starting a new one for three minutes. So we were done.
Sunday was warm and sunny, a contrast to the week which is to be cool and unsettled. A shame as I have people coming from Norwich for Dukes and orchids, I'm not holding out much hope for butterflies, but the forecast might change.
Back home for breakfast, and then to Jen's where I have to drop her off the two mugs I had redone with her son's image on, as she had dropped the original.There is football from midday, so we leave at half eleven, so to be in place for the start of the Celtic v Rangers game, which was as fiery as expected.
The big game was West Ham v Arsenal, and was a dog of a game, Arsenal winning thanks to a scrambled goal, while the Hammers had a goal disallowed in injury time due to a foul on the keeper.
There was much gnashing of teeth by the Eastenders.
Other than that, not much to report.
An evening internetting and sipping sloe gin.
As you do.
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