Sunday 27th March 2016

Saturday

The last day of winter, because at one in the morning on Sunday, the clocks go forward.

It is now almost fully daylight at half five in the morning now, which is when my restless brain wakes me up. I lay for a while, then Scully joins us, so I curl up around her and nod off once again.

I wake with a start at quarter to seven, there is work to be done! Or at least shopping anyway. Jools is up feeding the cats and making coffee. So, once the coffee is drunk, I say I will go to Tesco to hunt and gather, which seems fair.

Tesco is quiet, as is the A2, now cleared of traffic waiting for the port. I don't ponder too much on that, just happy folks is getting to where they want to be going. I go round, treating myself to some Easter Whisky and beer, and cider for Jools.

Back home for breakfast and tea. I like to vary things sometimes.

Outside it is dull and grey, but the wind is picking up like crazy, so it seems fair to just sit inside and watch the birds feeding and listen to the radio. Just music today, as football is on an international break fro friendlies, indeed England play the old enemy in Berlin in the evening.

Saffron buns for elevenses, then sausage sandwiches with no sauce at all for lunch, and another saffron bun in the afternoon. Jools says she will not eat again that day, which turned out not to be the case, but hey.

We watch a wonderful documentary on Janis Joplin, her story and rise and then fall into drugs and booze. Such a complicated story, and so sad as we know how it will all end.

At half seven, after a shower, I settle down with a beer and some cheese and crackers to watch the game. But something went wrong; the team in England shirts played quick, accurate passing football, creating chances and generally being easy on the eye. Then, two minutes before half time, after an injury to their keeper, England concede possession deep in their own half, and Germany score. Normal service resumed. Just after half time, Germany score an undeserved second, and it seems it will be the same old story. But, Harry Kane scores a wonderful solo goal after winning the ball in the German penalty area, Jamie Vardy comes on and scores a beauty backheel goal to tie things up before Dyer heads in a winner in the last minute to complete the first England comeback from two goals down since 1976. A wonderful performance from a young England; no Rooney, no Milner, and so much better for it.