Sunday 22nd March 2026

Sunday.

Again.

Being a Sunday, it means going to the gym first thing. Well, after coffee and getting dressed.

Not much to say about the gym really.

We went.

We cycled.

We puffed.

And left.

So, back home just after eight, and with it being a bright and sunny warm day, it would be a pity to spend it watching football.

I say "warm", and it was indeed warm when the sun found a gap in the clouds, but at other times, the wind that had shifted round to the north, made it chilly.

After breakfast, Jools finished the bed at the front of the house, taking the old lavender out and planting younger ones on their place, so the path was revealed again.

I had a shower, then ran the mower over the now vigorous sprouting grass, but leaving the lawnmeadow part alone.

It looks kind of neat.

At midday the football began. Three games in a row, all worth watching, and yet another day spent on the sofa seems a waste.

Just as well as there's an international break next week, so much less football on the TV.

The Tyne-Wear derby was up first: Newcastle v Sunderland, and Sunderland scored late to take the points and bragging.

Next up the Meh Derby: Spurs v Forest, where the loser could be relegated. A game neither, then, could afford to lose. But Spurs did lose, 3-0 after dominating the first half, only to concede in the last minute before half time. And never recovered.

Finally, the League Cup Final between Citeh and Arse: a fair game in which I wanted both teams to lose, but one had to win, and that was Citeh.

Oh well.

Pizza and beer for dinner during the final, and that was the day and weekend done with.