Back in time for the match.
I decided to have a clearout of some rubbish and a trip to the council tip was decided upon. Going at 1 pm because "it'll be quieter as everyone is readying themselves for the match". Not quite along the lines of "I see no ships" or "45 minutes...WMD or foreplay to the current war"....but destined to ring in my ears as I joined the lengthy queue of every other bloke who had the same idea.
The rubbish consisted mainly of my son's old bed which had seen better days, prior to it's use as a trampoline/den/punchbag. He has a new firm bed without the dip in the middle and he slept a full 12 hours of his first night. Much needed as he had some viral leurgy which knocked all the stuffing out of him.
Last night we had a welcome night out at the Tap and the Hobgoblin Acoustic final. I'd like to tell you who won but a combination of little alcohol for two weeks and a few pints of strong ale saw me home as the winner was announced...I'll find out later. But a tremendous crowd, the best I have seen in there and three deep at the bar. A great way to relieve the stressful eight day stretch I had just finished at work.
I must away and watch the match.
TTFN.