Sunday 29th December 2024

It was Sunday.

Apparently.

Who knew?

And in a marked change from the day previous, there was going to be one heck of a lot of football all through the day.

After a fog-free night, it returned soon after dawn, and so the village and most of south-east England was shrouded in either mist or fog.

Our colds were not too bad, but had meant we hadn't slept that well so we were not running at 100%, so no trip to the gym took place. Instead we had a slow start, and after breakfast we had showers and a shave for me, so I felt almost human again.

In the fridge there was 3lb of cold turkey, a pound of salt beef, and a good three or four pounds of cold roast beef too. So that "meat mountain", would have to be tackled.

So it was that I cooked a roast over the morning: slices of roast beef were warmed, the remainder of pigs in blankets were cooked, and the leftover roast potatoes and Yorkshire puddings warmed up and more vegetables steamed.

Somehow we had a bottle of proper champagne, so we popped that cork, and I dished up, another fine feast.

In fact, it was another large meal, but as we needed vegetables and fibre, it was good to have sprouts and cauliflower along with beef, pigs in blankets and roast potatoes.

In short, we were stuffed. So after listening to Desert Island Discs, we tidied up and I watched Norwich on the tellybox.

City played poorly, went a goal down to QPR, we levelled in the last minute of normal time.

Then came two back to back Premier League games: Everton lost to Forest 2-0, and Liverpool thrashed West Ham in London 0-5.

By which time it was seven in the evening, And the end of the 364th day of the year.

So it goes. So it goes.