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.