Not much here today.
Lots of hard work, a hard fought football game against the league leaders. A 4-2 win.
But that’s it. Finished.
More tomorrow.
Category: sport
Yesterday was fun
26,000+ steps. 5,000+ calories. A morning walk. Some hard work in the garden.
An amazing game of football against opposition younger, fitter, faster and more skillful than us, who we out-thought and out-muscled, and beat 7-4. My first goal for… eish… ages.
And then back home for United v Reading and a thumping 4-0 win. Delicious.
I’m suffering a little today, both from that physical exertion and the post-footy adrenaline which prevented any sleep until the early hours.
Still. I wouldn’t change a thing.
Yesterday was fun.
It’s Sunday evening
It’s been a busy day following last night’s sleepover (not me). Horse riding (not me), gym (me), breakfast out (not me) and then a hike at Silvermine (also not me).
While it might not seem like I did a lot, I did provide lifts to and from most of the above.
And suddenly Monday is looming. How close? Well, I have switched the football over from England to Spain: the sporting equivalent of the Carte Blanche theme music for telling you that your weekend is over.
I’m having a quick glass of red wine before I head to bed. Numerous things going in for repair this week. More of that as they happen.
Right now, though, I’m going to doze off in front of the fire like an old man.
Wiped out
Very much jaded after last night’s fun and games.
We managed to get out Scootouring this lunchtime, and then had a hangover busting burger in Camp’s Bay, but it’s all catching up with me now. Early to bed this evening.
Still, worth a mention: amazing result for United against Blackburn, and look at this…
…for the moment, at least.
Not a night in front of the fire
It’s been an exceptionally chilly few days in the Western Cape. There is quite a lot (or more) of snow to be seen on the mountains from our bedroom window – like this – (and, I expect, from plenty of other places too).
I was looking forward to an evening in front of the fire and a nice warm TV. I’ve been busy all day, I’ve knocked out an hour in the gym, I’ve driven kids and the domestic all over the place and I’ve shopped so that we have food for the next few days.
I thought I was doing ok.
And then the Dodgeball bombshell dropped. Training: 7-9(ish) way up North. A return to my car park. It’s not like it is an unreasonable request; it’s a perfectly reasonable request that I had somehow put out of my mind when planning my evening.
Le sigh.
I will again attempt to be back home in time for the second half of the footy.