Monday 21st December 2015

Sunday

I wake up at quarter to seven with one eye looking black as though I have been punched, and the other all puffy and red. Not sure what has set the red eye off, could be a side affect of an allergy attack, but it waters all day, like I am crying, getting redder and redder. And I feel like crap all do too. I take some drugs and take to suffer to watch the recording of the football, and so watch Norwich's fine win at Old Trafford through what appears to be tears. Tears of joy of course.

Norwich won, Leicester won at Everton to go five points clear at the top; a year ago they were bottom of the league. This is a good thing!

After bacon butties, we put on our boots for a walk around the neighbourhood, or at least along the lanes. Due to the rain over the past few weeks, we decide not to go down the dip towards the cliffs, which means that our destination will be Windy Ridge. Not sure if it is because I am feeling low with the eye things, or just generally run down, but I feel crap, and am only able to walk at one speed; slow.

Across the fields, trying to avoid the mud which is now quite deep, and only to be expected. To the pig's copse where if there are any pigs about, they are in the sheleter, snoozing the day away until it is dinner time once again. We look down the lane down the dip, and it is very muddy indeed, so along past the farm and up towards Windy Ridge, but the mud there is deep, but by being careful we are able to get through it. But clearly, the mud in the woods will also be deep, so with that and my bad back in mind, we diced to take one of the parallel tracks to the wood, and head back home that way.

On the side of the track, a scabious still in bloom was seen, as were many emerging spikes of spring plants. The year grows old and get preparation for the new year is already under way. We pass a couple of hourses in a field, plastered with mud and looking a little sad. We stop and make encouraging noises, hoping one of both would come over. In the end it would take a handful of grass to get one of them to come over, and allow its nose to be stroked.

Back home we have a coffee and some of the leftover mint chocolate. What to do no? Hobbits?

Of course.

Se we watch the second part of The Desolation of Smaug, I time it so well so that we are done by the time the football begins at four. Sadly, the game between West Ham and Swansea is dreadful, and I am diverted by a card game on the computer until Jools came back from Nan's and the old folk's place. The usual stuff, the usual news from both. I will have to go on the next visit what with it being Christmas and all that I suppose.

We have bangers and Mash for dinner, then settle down to watch the second part on the documentary n Spain, then the first disk of Battle of the Five Armies, which takes us to bedtime. Jools thinks we have nearly come to the end of the Hobbit-fest, but then I point out to her we should now watch all six of the extended versions of Lord of the Rings now to get the full story effect arc. She didn't sound convinced.