A weekend to forget. Saturday was pleasant enough, out for a stroll with la bienheureuse, bought Corsican maps for the upcoming big five zero trip. Then cooked a rather excellent, improvised roast duckling while ma bien-aimée wandered the Christmas market looking for gift inspiration. Nice bottle of wine in the evening.
Gloomy Sunday. Grey day, la bienheureuse was forced to do some work dumped on her at short notice by the ever thoughtful EU authorities, then we ventured out for an afternoon and evening of football. Painful couple of hours in the pub watching blue robots on steroids grind luckless football flair into the mud under the pouring London skies. When we escaped from hell, just to rub our noses in it, it was pouring with rain outside as well. We trekked to Gerland, found shelter for a while in the Ninkasi for pre-match food, then splashed into the ground to watch OL be outplayed by a lively Stade Rennais but escape with a draw. A wag in the crowd summed the Lyon team up perfectly - "good keeper, one good striker, rubbish in between."
Today I attempt to lose myself in work and forget football. Fat chance...
