Like a swan gliding on the water, I look relaxed, competent, graceful: apparently chilled. (Probably not this fluffy, though.)
Underneath, I’m a complete mess.
Keeping busy.
Keeping my mind off matters.
Category: sheffield
Weekend results
I’m not one for chicken counting, and I am most certainly not counting my chickens now, but there’s a line in a song that says:
Come along and share the good times while we can
and a massive effort by United away at Hull City, and an equally huge result for Brentford at home to Leeds means that this evening are exactly those good times they were singing about and I’m sharing them.
A win in either of our last two games means that – incredibly (and I mean that literally, because I really cannot believe it) – Sheffield United will be back in the Premier League.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m going to be a nervous wreck for the next 5 days and in complete pieces for the duration of the match on Saturday evening. Apparently, we’re planning to be at a braai that night.
If it happens – IF it happens – expect scenes.
Up a hill
Not much here today because I was climbing a mountain this morning:
And then watching Sheffield United win this afternoon.
This was a good day.
Mixed day
Things were going well. We’d escaped from the more difficult Escape Room at HintHunt in Woodstock. We’d great burgers at Redemption, and then we came home and the internet broke and then the football happened.
Disaster.
I tried to fix things with beer and a braai, but I’m still irritated.
Tomorrow had better be a lot better.
My boys
Done me proud again.
Brilliant, Blades. Brilliant.