Sunday 8th February 2026

About a decade ago, we put some books in the attic to see if we would miss them, and if we did we would take them to the charity shop.

Then the trapdoor to the attic broke, and I bodged it with a screw or two, and although the door held, we couldn't open it.

Truth is, all it needed was a catch to hold it closed, turned out to be a five minute job, fixed after the plumber had to go in the loft to reset the water.

And so then, the books.

On top of the books, are several photo albums, all of which I have digitised, so what to do with them? I have no family left, no one to leave family pictures to, let alone pictures from work's parties in the late 80s.

The albums are still pretty good, but who uses them now? I guess its the tip for them.

Jools got them down when I was away. I didn't want to throw them, but who needs them, and the space they take up?

So, the tip it is.

That was Sunday morning sorted. Or at least once we were back from the gym and cooled down. And me had a shower.

And we had breakfast.

It was another bright day, but felt cold, especially with me still in my shorts.

Before the football started, I cooked lamb and mint pies, roast potatoes, steamed veggies and the last of the gravy left over from the roast beef.

It was glorious.

I also finished up two opened bottles of red. One had less than a glass, the other over two. I slept partly through the Brighton v Palace game.

Then the big game, Liverpool v Citeh. A bit of a chess game for seventy minutes, then it went crazy and was over with Citeh winners, 2-1.

And that was the weekend over with.