Highly enjoyable weekend, apart from one obvious down point. Arrived in the varsity city late afternoon, met up with the maçon-jardinier, got a lift out to the fens, and was rewarded for stealing Harry's seat by being sat upon. A dog's journey. An evening of traditional English gastronomy followed - beer in the pub, where we were joined by the german gooner and nephew, followed by curry, an excellent one too.
More delicious cuisine, à l'espagnole, was on the menu saturday, a late lunch chez J&C, before setting off for the late match at football's mecca. Least said about that the better, save to note that the visiting tigers certainly enjoyed their pilgrimage down south. And better them than most other teams in the division...
Up early Sunday for a stomp to the coach stop, thence to Stansted for the flight back which arrived 20 minutes early. Wonders will never cease. And finally home again, to be greeted by another enticing meal, à l'italienne, lovingly prepared by la merveilleuse bienheureuse. A weekend of being spoilt by everyone, except footballers...
