A darts hangover to start Saturday morning.
I'll be back on the oche later, mind.
A trip the farmer's market didn't help.
All I wanted was some basic veg. I ended up stumbling through some random hangover conversations.
Christmas dinner was then organised.
I say organised, I mean that I popped into the boozer and gave the bar staff our menu choices.
Job's a good 'un.
And then finally a cycle along the Trail for a luncheon swim.
It was incredibly mild out in the estuary wilds. This doesn't feel like the Christmases that I remember.
I absolutely BOMBED in the pool.
I had the entire pool to myself, but still I couldn't hit the right strokes.
The second half of the Brighton / 'Boro game put me in the mood for some proper football. I buggered off to watch Wivenhoe Town Vs sorry, forgotten who.
6-1 to the Dragons. I rather enjoyed it to be honest.
Early evening was spent rustling up some slop from the farmer's market odds and sods that I picked up. I've got enough for four days of meals.
More bloody school video editing followed. I've just about finished.
And then DARTS.