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 ...