Sunday 22nd February 2026

After the sunshine on Saturday, Sunday was to be damper and more suited for staying indoors,. So it was just as well there was a feat of football on the tellybox in the afternoon.

Being a Sunday, and there being no huge lunch to prepare, we go to the gym at seven, after drinking coffee and feeding the cats.

Sunday is the best day in the gym, only fools like us venture out at seven, so the equipment is pretty much empty, and even the radio turned down.

I listen to Bendy and Waldy's Adventures in Art while I peddle. I like them both, Waldy especially. Not sure discussing a visual medium on an audio only podcast works, but it is good to hear two experts, chewing the fat on the latest news. And top of the list was Michelangelo's Foot being sold for $27million, not the two million expected.

As Waldy pointed out, such sums could be better spent helping mankind, not feathering some rich bloke's man cave, or sitting in a bank vault for decades.

Oh well.

Back home at eight, for a morning of music as usual, and in time brews and breakfast.

I have a shower, and so all fragrant for the midday kickoff between the two Sheffield clubs: Utd and Wednesday.

Wednesday had to win to avoid being the club relegated earliest in any season in the history of the game. They put in a good showing, losing 2-1, not helped by conceding in the first minute.

Then came Forest v Liverpool, which was heading for a 0-0 draw until there was a bizarre goal in the 96th minute, in off an elbow, to seal the win for Liverpool.

Finally, there was the North London Derby, men against mice, with Arsenal top of the league, and Spurs near the bottom. Would changing manager help Spurs to an unlikely win?

No.

Another 4-1 drubbing for Spurs, and so sink deeper into trouble.

At some point we had lunch: vegetables with the rest of the cheesy mustard sauce, pork pie, pigs in blankets left from the day before, and the reheated crispy bits from the beef also from Saturday.

It was wonderful, but we couldn't eat the pie, so that lives to fight another day.

And that was the weekend.

Again.

Next weekend will be very different indeed.