Saturday 20th September 2025

We had plans for Saturday.

Not big or grand plans, but something. That was to mow and scarify the lawnmeadow and make it ready for seeding before the winter comes.

The forecast gave us a two hour window from nine before the rain would sweep in.

So, after coffee, I went out with the shears to remove the tall grass stems.

A rumble of thunder rolled around the village.

That was not expected.

I went inside to check the storm radar, and saw spikes all around us, and drifting slowly north on the light breeze.

I gathered up the clippings and shears, and sure enough rain began to fall.

Harder and harder, and apparently set in at least for the morning.

I would have to wait for another day to do the lawnmeadow, so that the sun and wind dry the soil out. But it would have to actually stop raining first.

It was so dark inside, we had to have the table lamp on to see breakfast to eat. So, we put the radio on and made the most of it.

The morning slipped by, and soon after midday and Scully's blood test, the football would start.

Scully is much less frantic regarding food now her bloods are getting near to normal. So much so she fell asleep in the sun where she usually is fed.

And would not finish until nearly ten in the evening.

The Merseyside Derby was on the station that says it likes to talk about sport, and so I don't listen, and the TV coverage is on a channel I don't pay for.

So, I watch Leicester v Coventry, which ends 0-0, then listen to the radio as the main batch of games began at three.

Norwich took the lead against winless Wrexham, only to gift them three goals in ten minutes in the second half. So that was that.

The farce was provided by the Man Utd v Chelsea game, played at the Theatre of Revised Expectations in Biblical rain, nearly resulting the game being abandoned, until the rain eased in the second half. By that time, Chelsea had had their keeper sent off and Utd scored twice before Casemiro was also sent off to level the teams up.

Dinner was defrosted ragu, as we have to thin out the stuff in the freezer before the 20th October when the ripping out of the kitchen begins.

But Utd held on.

Then there was Fulham v Brentford, a much better game, but I was footballed out, so went to bed at half time with Fulham coming from behind to lead 2-1.