Sunday 15th March 2015

Saturday.

The sun of the previous three days hid behind a cloud pretty much all day, and as such, the temperature plunged too. And with an easterly wind, it seemed like we were back in winter.

Mulder woke us both up at ten past five, bless his little heart. He did not want food, but attention, and not getting it from the sleepy heads, was making his own fun by chasing his tail or some imaginary creature. I looked on the window sill where he was taking a breather, it was not quite dawn so I switched the light, he looked at me, panting and meowed. I was wide awake now, and so I went down, fed them all, and put on a pot of coffee.

We got dressed and headed to Tesco, it is some weeks, maybe months since I last went. We needed little, milk and a few other things. Our basket was full mainly of beer, which I clearly thought we needed more of. We did get a pack of croissants, something we have not had recently, so back home we brewed another pot of coffee and warmed the croissants through. Lovely second breakfast.

It did not seem like the weather for going out and doing stuff, and with a hooooge afternoon of sport, and knowing that I would feel sleepy something about kick off time, we decided to do some chores for the rest of the day, and me to listen to the football.

Crystal Palace demolished QPR in the early game, then Villa killed Sunderland in the main game, at the same time as City were playing Derby in the top of the table clash. Villa scored four goals in the first half, doubling their tally of away goals for the season, and City, despite controlling the game in the first half, and taking a 1-0 half time lead, they allowed Derby back in it, and the game ended in a 1-1 draw, with City probably seeing it as two points lost. But, still very much in the hunt. In the late game, Burnley beat Citeh 1-0, and in the egg chasing, Ireland lost to Wales and England beat Scotland, so setting up a great last weekend next week.

As the football played out at Turf Moor, I cooked dinner, chorizo hash, which as ever is wonderful. The early start, thanks to Mulder, meant by eight we were sleepy, and so the planned viewing of Nightcrawler did not happen, but its there for next week. A little after nine we headed to bed.

And tomorrow, the travelling begins, with me heading LOndon in the late afternoon as I have an early flight to catch on the morrow.