Five days in Blighty, temporarily abandoning la bienheureuse for the other, more contrary, love of my life. A game typical of the season on Saturday, league opposition camped in their own half, lack of inspiration to break them down, and failure to take the few opportunities that did appear. Last night, more adventurous European opposition, slightly tweaked formation, and much more inspiration. Still the same old failure to put the chances away though. Still, hope springs eternal, injured heroes to return in coming weeks, things can only get better...
Been a slightly different trip to normal. Flew in and out of Gatwick, spent a night either end in London chez the McBhoy, the Peacebird and a whingeing moggy. Entertainment from local drunks in the pub on Friday. The Cambridge interlude followed a familiar story. Minor Meribel reunion in the pub on Saturday, ate too much, drank relatively sensibly but still nursing minor remnant of previous night. Sunday chose what I thought might be the the quieter option, lunch chez le Chef and Mlle Beaucoup where they were entertaining friends. Wrong. Long lunch amply watered by numerous bouteilles de vin finished at around 7.30pm... Strangely, felt fine on Monday. Quiet meal in the curry house that evening with JeB and the Margarita man, followed by a mere half in a dead pub.
A change this trip has been the ability to work while away. No, really. We've invested in a netbook, which has allowed me to carry on rewriting, instead of twiddling thumbs between matches...
