Sunday 29th January 2017

I slept until just gone seven, the heating has switched on, and the wind and rain was howling/hammering down outside. A nice day for doing little then?

I go down stairs and make coffee, feed the cats and after checking the usual mix of worse and dreadful news out in the world, I retreat to the world of football and the recording of MOTD, breaking halfway through for bacon butties. Days like Sunday really bring ones faith in the game back, even if Liverpool et all played weakened teams, to see what it meant to those supporting teams upsetting the odds was wonderful.

Afterwards we get dressed then make the trip to B&Q to look for pots in which to plant the wisteria plants. We both were reminded of the opening lines to Trainspotting as we walked the aisles, looking for shiny things, spending our day of rest wandering round garden centres or DIY stores

We get what we want, and with more rain forecast for the afternoon, once home we put on our gardening boots and go down to the shelter and get planting. Not that much to do, really, but some tidying up, and looking over where two of the beds from last spring were, and we see many spring bulbs sprouting. So we place two more collars round them, and marvel at how quick the year turns.

By midday, the clouds sweep in, and on TV there is the Millwall game. Its poor fare, but Millwall score the only goal a few minutes from time, their fans are happy, and coming after their ground was saved this week. Double celebrations.

I go in the kitchen and make chorizo hash whilst listening to the next game on the radio. Just 30 hours later, and I forget already who it was. Oh yes, Sutton knocking out dirty Leeds with another late goal. Magic of the cup right there.

Chorizo hash is always good of course. And we are sitting down as dusk fell, and listen to Beckham on Dessert Island Discs passes the time, and he's not as dumb as you think he was, but clearly motivated by money, which is fair enough, but how much does one family really need?

I write into the evening and play Aladin Sane at the same time, pretty much perfect, really. And somehow another weekend has come and gone, and tomorrow I go back to Belgium. I leave the thrill of packing for the morning, and we go to bed, followed closely but at least two of the cats.