Saturday 17th August 2019

The weekend.

And after two long and fairly weary-making weekends, we decided to have a quiet one this week.

Sometimes, our life is just so rock n roll.

Two weeks ago we went to Neil's funeral, and last weekend we were in Liverpool.

And with the wind set to blow again, there wasn't much chance of any macro work, so I decided to not be so orchid or butterfly obsessed.

That's what I said in the morning anyway!

After a lay in until all of quarter past six, we get up and have coffee, then we are off the Tesco for the weekly shop, then down into town to get some bird seed.

And that was how exciting it got.

In fact, the wind didn't blow quite as much as expected, but I said I wasn't going butterfly and orchid chasing, and I stuck to that.

Jools went to the pool at then, and I stayed behind to go on the cross trainer and have a shower.

So, come half eleven, I am all showered and dressed, and chilling out waiting for the day's football to start. Because the new season is well under way.

But, the first Prem game is on BT, so I make do with slumming with some Div 1 action as Sunderland played Portsmouth.

It seems months since I spent Saturday afternoon sitting at the table following Norwich via Twitter and the radio. But here were are again, though now, Norwich are in the Premier League, as soon as there is a shot going close, the radio swings over for a report.

First home game was against Newcastle, and with both teams hotly tipped to finish bottom it felt like an important game to win.

But there was no need to worry, as City set off like an express train, creating a hat-ful of chances before Pukki vollied a shot in from the edge of the area.

And City never looked back.

In the second Norwich got better, and scored two more, bot from Pukki too, to ease to a win, only slightly tainted by conceding a goal in injury time, but a 3-1 win.

Take that!

Before going to Whitfield, I serve up more tart and coffee.

TART.

And so, to cards.

A quiet evening, of gentle ribbing, gambling and drinking. Jen wins heavily. Again. But hey, its just a couple of quid.

We finish at ten, by which time it had been dark for 90 minutes.

And that was that.

Jools drives us home.