Tuesday 19th May 2026

Water! Falling from the sky!

These are the last few days of "spring", with, according to the Met Office, summer will be arriving on Friday, and by Saturday it will be 29 degrees.

By which point we can all complain about how darn hot it is.

But until then, it is cloudy, with frequent heavy rain showers, a keen breeze, and we need the heating on.

Not that it was cold, just felt cold.

Anyway, it was Tuesday. Which means getting up at ten past five, getting dressed, making and drinking coffee so I could leave the house at ten to six to head to the gym.

I know I do this every Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday and Sunday. But repeating it shows how committed I am in keeping pumping lard, and not wanting to slide back into bad habits.

I do my forty minutes. Chat to a couple of blokes I see from time to time, and discuss health issues and how mad we are to be here before seven in the morning.

The pool was crazy busy, with lots of school kids probably preparing for some gala or swim or something. The carpark was rammed, with kids in dressing gowns and shawls wandering around heading to the entrance.

I drive back home, and Jools had the kettle boiling so I could have a brew, she could make a coffee before she heads into town for her keep fit session.

Jools leaves, so I am alone. I have a shower, get changed and feel 100% better. And smell better too I suspect.

The rain continues outside, so I listen to podcasts and somehow spend the morning in a generally unproductive manner. Which is pretty much ever day now, if I'm honest.

Lunch/dinner was garlic breaded chicken, pan fried asparagus, peas and and corn, and some grains for carbs.

Cheers.

Jools nearing the end of her second cardigan, so heads upstarts to do more crochet. I put a New Order CD on the hi-fi, so the house is filled with the sound of euphoric yet mournful electronic music.

There is football in the evening. Bournemouth v Citeh, and if Citeh failed to win, Arsenal would be crowned champions.

Bournemouth ran rings round what looked like a very tired Citeh, and the home team took the lead early on. Then missed a hatful of chances. Citeh levelled in the 94th minute, but the winning goal wouldn't come.

Pubs around the Emirates and Islington exploded with joy.

Meanwhile, Spurs needed a draw to send West Ham down, playing at Chelsea. But managed to slump to a 2-1 defeat, so it all comes down to the last game on Sunday.

And then there is the Southampton and "Spygate 2" drama, the Saints being kicked out of the play off final.

Good to bed, football. You're drunk.