Sunday 1st December 2024

It is fair to say what with one thing and another, we were pooped on Sunday.

My back needed a rest for one, and Jools could not get a decaf coffee for love or money, so had full strength in the morning, two of, and thought it would be out of her system by bed time.

But was not.

So, she did not sleep well.

I slept like a log, even covered in cats. Or cat.

We got up at half seven, had a coffee, put Radcliffe and Maconie on, and so the morning passed.

It was a cold, gloomy day, a day for sitting beside the fire. Or radiator, nursing a hot brew and watch other folks run round.

Just as well there was football on, then.

So, after bacon butties for lunch, I sat on the sofa beside Scully to watch the Chelsea v Villa game. I missed most of the first half, and when awake I could hear Jools gentle snoring from upstairs.

I was awake by four, and the "big showdown": Liverpool v Citeh.

Citeh couldn't be that bad again, could they? Yes. Yes they could. At least in the first half, and in total really only had a couple of tame shots on goal in the 90 minutes, with Virgil keeping the lad Haarland very quiet.

2-0 to Liverpool.

And pizza for supper, with a beer.

Then early to bed as I had an early start in the morning for breakfast.