Two months until Christmas.
Just in case you haven't put your sprouts on to boil yet.
Sunday was expected to be wet and windy. And indeed it started off with rain lashing down, but at least the wind had dropped. And of course the sun rose an hour earlier, so I laid in bed as dawn broke, wondering if I should turn my light on to check the time, or just enoy staying under the duvet to avoid the chill of the bedroom.
With football being spread over four days of a weekend these days, I don't watch MOTD much now, but there was the Championship to catch up on as Norwich did win, though it was just the goals.
Breakfast was fruit with bacon butties mid morning, with brews during and between. You'd expect nothing less.
With the weather not good for going out, and as there was another downpour at nine, so I scrubbed the trip to Folkestone for a haircut, instead I made a cake. Because, cake.
I made an adaption on a lemon drizzle cake, but with no lemons I made it with lemon juice and thick cut marmalade, and although it took an hour to cook before the centre was done, and then the hour wait until it was cool enough to cut, made a brew, and the quality control test:
Oh, fabulous cake. Not too sweet, and the use of poppy seeds added texture.
At two the first of the two games kicked off, and in the first 5 minutes was better than the whole of the Man Utd v Chelski game on Saturday. Southampton put league=leaders Everton to the sword. Only won 2-0, but if it was a boxing match would have been stopped. Great game, and that was followed by Wolves v Newcastle, which not as good, the Toon team had a couple of ex-Norwich players, as did Southampton in the first game. Anyway, that ended 1-1, but by that time, I was hungry so cooked bangers and mash and beans for supper.
Yummy.
And that was it: dark at quarter past five, and hoofing down with rain all evening.
I went to bed at half nine, and fell asleep with the sound of the rain bouncing off the car port roof.
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