In my cups
Up early to write for a few hours, and then the rest of the day, Dylan Thomas style, given to booze. Went to the Eddy with Lorraine and Cath to watch the glorious and noble Chelsea win the FA Cup. Slightly traumatic as Everton scored first in a record 25 seconds with a freakishly good goal. The pub clearly supporting "the Toffees" as Everton are known to their few admirers. I made no friends celebrating Chelsea's two glorious goals from Drogba and Lampard.
Cath and Lorraine also enjoyed the game but were mysteriously able to intersperse the experience with conversations about sandals and such like. As Chelsea were being handed the trophy I phoned Anton, but he was unavailable for comment.
Home to sleep and regroup, then up the hill for a barbecue in Anton and Anna's garden. Brian was there which was a nice surprise. As I arrived, however, I was quickly siphoned upstairs to read stories to the children, Oskar's was about a racing car called Roary, and a version of Peter Pan to Klaudia. My Godchildren are adorable.
A warm evening, so Anna and Brian had rigged up a television so we could be outside and still watch Britain's Got Talent which Lorraine was also pleased about. Anton and I in a minority over this matter. Lots of lovely food, including a complex satay sauce that Anton had made for some chicken, and lamb kebabs which Anna had made. Lots of gossiping and drinking. And I showed some restraint by only rarely steering the conversation around to football.
Below the righting of several recent wrongs. Despite what cameras revealed as a clear goal for Chelsea being disallowed their luck holds for the first time in two years, winning 2-1. It was temporary manager Guus Hiddink's last game. He did an amazing job for Chelsea.
Up early to write for a few hours, and then the rest of the day, Dylan Thomas style, given to booze. Went to the Eddy with Lorraine and Cath to watch the glorious and noble Chelsea win the FA Cup. Slightly traumatic as Everton scored first in a record 25 seconds with a freakishly good goal. The pub clearly supporting "the Toffees" as Everton are known to their few admirers. I made no friends celebrating Chelsea's two glorious goals from Drogba and Lampard.
Cath and Lorraine also enjoyed the game but were mysteriously able to intersperse the experience with conversations about sandals and such like. As Chelsea were being handed the trophy I phoned Anton, but he was unavailable for comment.
Home to sleep and regroup, then up the hill for a barbecue in Anton and Anna's garden. Brian was there which was a nice surprise. As I arrived, however, I was quickly siphoned upstairs to read stories to the children, Oskar's was about a racing car called Roary, and a version of Peter Pan to Klaudia. My Godchildren are adorable.
A warm evening, so Anna and Brian had rigged up a television so we could be outside and still watch Britain's Got Talent which Lorraine was also pleased about. Anton and I in a minority over this matter. Lots of lovely food, including a complex satay sauce that Anton had made for some chicken, and lamb kebabs which Anna had made. Lots of gossiping and drinking. And I showed some restraint by only rarely steering the conversation around to football.
Below the righting of several recent wrongs. Despite what cameras revealed as a clear goal for Chelsea being disallowed their luck holds for the first time in two years, winning 2-1. It was temporary manager Guus Hiddink's last game. He did an amazing job for Chelsea.
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