Sunday 28th June 2026

The day after.

And it was still hot.

After a two shower day on Saturday: one when I got up and the second when back from the airshow, I said that the aim for Sunday was not to sweat or perspire at all.

That meant, another day without going to the gym.

And hopefully a lay in.

The lay in was going well until half six when without Jools to fawn over, Mulder climbed onto the bed, meowed twice in my ear and went to the back room for a snooze.

I wouldn't have minded, only I had fallen back into a deep sleep, so was woken suddenly.

It was already hot, though the BBC promised it not as hot as Saturday. I'll be the judge of that!

So, get up, get dressed and go down for coffee and see what kind of mess the world was in.

Just the usual.

Sunday usually means going to the gym, but in truth I was tired. My brain and body tired, so I thought it best to rest.

Which I did.

There was Radcliffe and Maconie to listen to at first, but then Virgin Radio failed to work on the fancy radio, so I sat in silence and did whatever I did that took all morning.

As it was cooler, I could sit on the patio and read, and sitting beside me until she overheated was Scully. Quite happy with a lazy day too, it seemed.

Jen has gone to Bury for a week with Sylv, so didn't have to go and visit.

And so the morning passed.

Lunch was warmed up leftover Chinese washed down with beer, and very nice it was. Though that meant trouble staying awake.

Really, I should have gone for a snooze, but battled drooping eyelids to stay awake.

That was made easier when Di over the road came over to discuss issues with a neighbour, which I won't go into here.

But that woke me up, as we talked for an hour or so. So that there was time for a snack of crisps and beer before the only game of the evening in the "round of 32", South Africa v Canada.

A poor game, which Canada won in injury time to go through to the round of 16.

But being knock out now, it was tense, even if I supported neither team.