Sunday 1st February 2026

Every day is like Sunday,
Every day is cloudy and grey.

Or at least this Sunday was.

But was also the first day of the second month, and the never-ending month of January finally came to an end.

As I have said before, there are signs of spring, if you look for them, and there is a good half hour, or more, light in the evenings now.

It is a Sunday, so that means phys after coffee, and perhaps is the best day in the gym of the week, as few are as crazy or single-minded as us to be there at seven when the doors open.

I had planned to do another 50 minutes, but my legs said "nah", so it was the usual forty, which was the almost exact time the latest edition of The Bugle Podcast took to play.

So, all good.

And back home, passing families and late risers on the way in, but we had done our session, so another day of relaxation spread out before us.

Once home we had a brew, then while we listen to the radio, we have breakfast.

Jools had volunteered to inflate tyres of a friend's car, so while she was out I had a shave, shower and got dressed, now fragrant for the afternoon on the sofa.

No football until two, so I made chorizo hash, and all ready to eat by half one. Served with beer, and instead of Maris Pipers, I used some old baking potatoes, cubed and fried, as was pretty good.

What can I say about football? Two good games, but less than 24 hours later I can barely remember who played.

Man Utd beat Fulham 3-0, so perhaps are no longer in crisis, and then Tottenham v Citeh, where it was a game of two halves, Citeh dominated and were 2-0 up at half time, then Spurs dominated the second and drew 2-2.

Entertaining, if nothing else.