Saturday 16th May 2026

It am the weekend.

I look forward to Fridays to Mondays, as either they're rest days, or for the weekend days, an hour later start at seven when te gym and sports centre open.

It is somewhat frustrating then, for my mind and body to have me awake at half four, then lay awake for the alarm, which doesn't come at ten past five, as its set for six.

So I get up. Jools is already up, and so by half six we are ready for the day, sipping coffee as outside the sun climbed in the sky.

We went to the gym, and if I'm honest, my legs were tired, and I could have bailed, but instead did half an hour, which was enough. My right knee had a twinge, its just two years since I tore the cartilage in it, so best take care of it.

We head back home to rest, and make a brew for breakfast.

Jools was going out to visit a friend to help her declutter, so after breakfast, I would have a shave, shower so be all fresh and nice for the day. And then do chores in the house and garden, including watering the newly planted plants, topping up the wildlife pool.

I saw a flutter, and sure enough there was a butterfly: the first Painted lady of the season, which came back twice, thus enabling me to get my camera and chase it round the upper beds.

We have early lunch, so I could sit and watch the finale of the Scottish season, and hopefully see Hearts win the title.

The sporting Gods clearly don't like Hearts, playing at Celtic, all they had to do was avoid defeat. After taking the lead just before half time, all seemed set for them, but then Celtic got another dodgy penalty, and in the second half as time ran out, Celtic scored, despite the scorer having been in a clear offside position. But apparently, he wasn't interfering with play. Despite scoring.

Then the FA Cup Final: El Cheatico, as the two teams either convicted of cheating, or waiting for 115 cheating charges to be heard. Is it possible to want both teams to lose?

Citeh beat Chelsea 1-0, thanks to a fine goal, but I had slept through most of the first half.

Maybe Norwich can get to the final next year? Ha ha ha.

And that was that, really.

We have supper, then retire to bed to read as the day fades, and finally rain arrives in east Kent, and gave the garden a proper soaking.