Sacked

The old war wound knee injury is playing up a touch this morning after yesterday’s mammoth bike event. I don’t know how L managed her swim this morning.

Swimming apparently wasn’t a problem, although walking was. She can't move her left knee and has a limp, which she’s quite proud of.

Monday dog class restarts this week, so my Monday swims will have to move night but I can’t go tonight, even if my legs could manage it, as I have a committee meeting. Hopefully this won’t be a long one as two of the most argumentative ones have already ducked out.

After their drubbing by Derby on Saturday, Billy Davies is sacked by Nottingham Forest. Shame.  

(Monday 24^th March)

The Jinx Continues

Good Friday today and somehow I wake up with a twisted ankle. I don’t remember doing that. How can you twist your ankle in your sleep? I have a feeling that a dog may have slept on it.

It appears to be a reoccurrence of the old football war wound, weakened by years of playing on astro turf. It’ll pass. I hope. We hobble to the park but the boys aren’t very sympathetic and don’t wait for me.

Daughter heads off back to Sheffield and L goes with her, armed with the joint credit card.

In the evening there’s a match. Quite why this isn’t a 3pm kick off I don’t know. At least they have announced that this Friday experiment isn’t continuing next season.

All the same this game had better be exciting because it’s not very warm tonight. It’s not too bad, a fairly warming 3-0 win over a very poor Bristol City. Who look increasingly relegation bound.

(Friday 29^th March)