Saturday 19th December 2020

The weekend.

Apparently.

Only my second day off and already the days blur into one.

We wake up at seven, woolly headed, but greeted by the pale light of dawn. And four hungry cats.

We have coffee, some fruit and more coffee.

I check for traffic, and already the jams had reformed meaning the A2 was out of bounds, outside the win blew and although it was nice enough to go out, it would ave been for the sake of it, but later events would show we should have taken the chance.

We put on the radio, and just settle down for a quiet morning in the house And after being fed the cats go to their various sleeping places and we don't see them for six hours.

At least at lunchtime there was some excitement, Norwich on the tellybox, playing Cardiff. And up in Norfolk, fans are allowed in the ground, so wonderful to hear the strains of "On the Ball, City" ringing out from the two thousand fans in the ground.

We play well, better than well, score two but should have had many, many more. Cardiff manager said afterwards that was the kind of quality his team should aspire to.

Well. We have fritters at half time, I put in cayanne pepper to pep them up, and it works.

After Norwich win, there is the radio to listen to the other games, kicking off at three. I do snooze on the sofa for a while, the afternoon passes into evening and outside it gets dark.

I draw the curtains and put the tellybox on for more football, can't remember who played, but it must have been OK to keep me awake.

At seven, we play Uckers. Needless to say I win, meaning I could watch the second half of the late game.

And that was that.

Another day gone.