Thursday (apparently) 26th December 2019

Boxing Day.

No boxes were hurt during the day.

We are now at the point of the year when days merge into one long weekend. That is if you don't have to work. I don't. Jools doesn't either.

And to make it all the more confusing what with it being a Thursday, there is an almost full program of football matches on around the country, on a day when there are almost no train running. It would be helpful of the teams closest to each other played on such a day, rather than folks having to drive halfway across the country whilst suffering from turkey and Quality Street poisoning.

In Chez Jelltex, we had no plans to attend a football match. Seeing as when tickets went on sale, I was in meetings and so missed the window. As it was, a drive to Aston in Birmingham didn't appeal much to me, but still thousands of Norwich fans did make the trip.

I take my hat off to each and every one of them.

We start the day slowly by laying in bed until seven, having coffee, breakfast with another coffee. And after such a high octane start like that, we have to wind the levels down a bit.

So, we listen to the radio, write and then for lunch I make a fresh batch of sausage rolls, which were ready for the start of the first game of the day, which might have had Spurs playing. And Brighton? See, less than 24 hours later, and I have forgotten.

Thing is, all games were available on Amazon. I could have signed up, but that would have meant watching four games, one after the other until ten at night. I'd have got nothing done, not that there was anything to do, of course.

Norwich played at three, against Villa, and it was a must win game for both teams, and despite dominating the game and chances, City lost by a single goal and are now bottom of the table at the midway point.

I won't lie, its been painful, but again, City have only been embarrassed the once, in the reverse fixture against Villa. If we keep believing, it might change for the better. Or not.

With a sigh we go to Jen's for supper of cold cuts and pickles; the traditional Boxing Day fayre.

John came round too, so we ate and chatted for a couple of hours.

Did we want to play cards? It was tempting, but not tonight, on Saturday? Yes?

Yes.

So, in driving rain, we go back home to listen to the Leicester v Liverpool game, before going to bed just after ten.