Fifty lengths in the pool to start off Saturday morning.
That felt bloody good. Booze free from the night before as well.
Back at base and I gave the garden the first serious fork of the season.
The turf still felt firm.
What follows next is the grass thinning faster than my hair.
FORK IT, etc.
I picked up some work shifts to see me through Saturday morning.
Pay to play, as ever.
It was fairly easy going, with the mad cat as company.
I had a momentary inspiration to start the housework after luncheon.
The enthusiasm didn't last.
I buggered off to Broad Lane just before 3pm for the football.
I think that this was the first time that I have seen Wivenhoe Town actually win.
So what if the Dragons had to drop down a division to achieve this?
The first half was poor.
As ever - watching crap football is ACE.
The second half was far more exciting. Wivenhoe had plenty of flair down both sides and attacked throughout the 45 minutes.
I became so over-excited that I forgot to booze.
The enthusiasm saw me complete the housework back at base come full time.
And then an evening of DARTS and BOOZE brought Saturday to a close.