Sunday 10th March 2013

It is one of those weekends that we sometimes get this time of year, the fag end of winter, and the promise of spring that seemed so close last week seems so far away. It has been damp, misty, grey and cold and really not fit for anything other than preparing for when the weather improves, spring arrives and the sun shines.

Yesterday, I went into town for an eye test and a haircut. Gets both out of the way. I can now do without wearing glasses, well for most things other than on a computer. Legally, I would be fine to drive, but I think I will stick with them so not to get headaches. Anyway, I did not need a new pair so save some money there.

Then off for a hair cut, a bit of a chat whilst the wild growth is tamed then off to Ashford to get some wellington boots. I am dumbstruck by the fact it is possible to pay £79 for a pair of Hunter wellingtons. That's nearly eighty quid. EIGHTY POUNDS. We bought a loaf of bread a couple of scones and got the heck outta there. At a gardening plae in Folkestone we got a pair each for £12 and so our feet would be just as dry but cost £67 less.

And that was it. We both slept badly the night before, so I lay on the sofa and listened to the football and Jools beaded then snoozed the afternoon away. City drew with Southampton 0-0 missing a last minute penalty as well. We should be safe, but then we should have won more games so far this season. And we might have done except we have scored less than a goal a game all season, and that has got to change.

Today, well, more of the same weather-wise. So we lazed around this morning, visited Jools' Dad and Jen at lunchtime and messed around with photographs this afternoon. right now I am going to watch the Man Utd v Chelsea game on TV and in a bold move cook roast beef and all the trimings at the same time.

What could go wrong?