It seems like a while since I last posted. In reality, it’s only been a few days. I’ve been slightly uninspired. It happens. Sometimes it’s like a blogging brick wall has been built and you can’t break through it.
Saturday saw me on a five hour round trip to see a Scottish Cup match which was cancelled within 10 minutes of us arriving. Bummer. To be fair, the guys at Annan had done as much as they could to make sure the game went ahead but the ref said no and that was that. To be honest, I think they should call these games off the night before to save everyone the bother of travelling such long distances only to be turned back. Never mind though, we had a couple of beers and were supplied with a nice selection of pies and sausage rolls so it all turned out alright in the end.
Sunday brought the change of the clocks. To be honest, I was dreading it because I really thought it would scramble Sam’s internal clock and have him waking up at some God awful hour, expecting to get up and play. He woke at 4.30am (5.30 in old money) but went back to sleep and lasted through to 7.45am new time. Scoosh.
It’s freezing today. A true feeling that winter has descended. I might need to bring the woolly hat out of storage. To be fair though, sometime I’d rather freeze than deal with the hair related carnage that the hat brings for the rest of the day.
In tram news, they are digging up our street AGAIN, having only resurfaced it last week. If I didn’t know better I’d swear they were searching for the plan.
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