Day #1 of the holiday weekend.
And after being woken by them crazy cats at half five, we have a coffee, then write a short shopping list and I drive to Deal to visit Mr Sainsbury's for a few bits and pieces. As ever, it is only the crazy and people of a certain age out shopping before half seven. I guess I fall into both categories now. I whip round, buying mainly vegetables and fruit, and so am out again before eight and driving through the town and out onto the marshes to Preston, where I need to buy some meat. Sainsbury's also sells meat, but its not the same you know.
Its a bit of a disaster there, someone did not charge the credit card machine over night, and so they have to take most people stuff on credit. Also, people are on the hunt for BBQ stuff, as the sun may, or may not sine, so are stocking up just in case. I get our stuff, and drive back, just as the rest of the world is thinking about similar chores, and so the roads were a little busy, even still, I was home before nine, ready for a late breakfast. And in a shock move, there was no bacon. So, coffee and cereal it was then.
Outside it was cloudy and dull, and not really worth going orchid hunting. We, or I, live in hope that we might see some sunshine before the end of the weekend. Fingers crossed on that one.
This meant something like 45 minutes before kick off, so we had a quick walk to Windy Ridge, just to see how spring was progressing. Whatever is growing in the fields at the end of the street, are getting larger: we are still thinking some kind of cabbage, but we could be wrong.
Further along, where a clearing has been made in a small copse of trees, it is now planted as an allotment, and looking good. A lot of hard work went into making it, but I can't help but feel that it would have been better left as a wood.
Still.
Still no pigs in the copse, in fact it seems that will be no piggery there this summer now. The view over the fields towards Kingsdown is the same as ever, maybe on a cloudy days such as this, the colours a little muted, but growth can be seen everywhere.
We turn for home so to be back in time for kick off in the Championship games, and after which we would know who we would be playing next weekend, with a place in the Prem up for grabs.
Once back home, on with the radio and eyes glued to Twitter: a tense afternoon for most, but for City we know we were already in the play offs, just who would we meet? Things went almost to plan, after a tense 40 minutes at Carrow Road, City hit their stride and scored twice before half time, whilst the auld enemy managed to turn a 1-0 lead into a 2-1 deficit by half time, and things got worse for them in the 2nd, going 3-1 before pulling one back. Town were now relying on Derby to choke even more than they had. As their luck would have it, Derby did, and going from league leaders 6 weeks ago to finishing in 7th and out of the playoffs. Town scraped in on goal difference. To complete the final piece, Boro failed to win, which meant that with our 4-2 victory, we end up 3rd, and as Town were 6th, we will play them for a place in the final at the end of the month.
After that, all eyes were on the Prem where Newcastle have been doing some choking of their own, and yesterday was no change as they managed to fall a goal behind to Leicester after 43 seconds, then collapse to lose 3-1 and have two players sent off. Eight in a row now for the Toon.
I cooked steak for dinner, which was as great as ever. A bit of channel flicking revealed Men in Black 2 was one; it couldn't be as bad as I remember, could it? Yes it could be. And was be.
And the other thing that happened was that a woman gave birth to a daughter in a hospital in London. Only this wasn't an ordinary baby, no, it was to be a princess. Some find it odd that someone as British as I am can be so anti-Royal. Well, how can it be that in a democracy, we decide to pay for a family to live in luxury, give them a chain of palaces, pay them to open supermarkets or name ships. Well, not to name ships, but to break a bottle of champers on its bow. Other than that, the Royals serve no purpose, other than to be a soap opera, one we pay a pretty penny for. And why? An ordinary family of layabouts, who do no work, the right wing press would be holding them up as what is wrong with society. But as these are royals, we just accept it? Princess whatever-she-will be called, will have limited job prospects, not that she needs a job, as we pick up all her bills, but other than a military office, what else is there for a minor royal to do? Best suck at the state's teat like your predecessors have done. Why stop now just when you're creaming it in?
That in the weekend before a General Election, the newspapers have nothing else on their front pages means that the cycle of bread and circuses goes on. And on.
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