Sunday 18th January 2026

Sunday.

Indeed, "super" Sunday if we were to believe Sky Sports.

More of that later.

Being a Sunday meant it was gym first thing. So up at six and out of the house at five to seven, and a quick drive to Whitfeld before the crowds.

A quiet day for weather, light winds and milky sun, so we arrive, park up and rush to the entrance, as what breeze there was, was chilly, and up to the gym where there were half a dozen others.

So we do our stuff for forty or so minutes, then am done, but Steve and Sandra, our new work out buddies had arrived, so we chat for a while. And then was free to come home.

Radcliffe and Maconie had just started their show, so we listened on the short drive home, and back in the house as we made breakfast and a cuppa.

We go to see Jen, as we had not been for a week. She had been gardening as it was so nice. Nice maybe in Whitfield, but not in clifftop St Maggies where the wind whistles through the hedges.

We have a brew and chat, fix some more of her phone issues. We're nearly there, fiding out how to turn notifications off, as the bloody thing chirps every thirty seconds or so.

Our job done, we go home as the footy kicked off at two.

And there so passed the four longest hours, as over 180 minutes plus injury time, Wolves, Newcastle, Villa and Everton manage a single goal between them.

And that was that.

Hash for dinner, here is me halfway though cooking it. And with it I drank the last of the Christmas beers.

And so, another weekend over, with Monday to follow. And Blue Monday at that. But we're retired now, so every day is a weekend.