How glorious is this weather? Beautiful blue skies and mid 20s temperatures, just perfect for watching Jake’s football tournament, though a little warm to be playing I think. A short trip to the Walkers field in Emerson’s Green and I was quickly united with Rob, Jake and Zach.
Jake’s team, Cadbury Heath were a little out of their league and were soundly spanked, 7-0, 5-0 and 4-0, but, as the coach said, it’s the taking part, not the wining that matters. To be honest, I don’t hold with all this ‘everyone’s a winner’ business. How does that possibly prepare children for modern life?
By early afternoon the matches and presentations were done and dusted and I was back at the cottage. The runner beans have been growing like crazy in the greenhouse, and urgently need planting out, so I spent the afternoon and most of the evening getting down and dirty in the veggie patch. I think I must have overdone it, or I’m in worse condition than I’d like to think, because I ended up with a cracking headache and a dodgy tummy, maybe a touch of heat stroke?
After drinking copious amounts of water everything calmed down and, unusually for me, I found myself watching the Eurovision Song Contest. It didn’t take long to remember why I don’t usually watch it. It seems to me, to be a huge waste of time and money, though I did feel a bit sorry for The Hump, albeit that the song was rubbish.
By the end of the program, I was ready for bed. Too much sun and a deal of exercise had taken their toll and combined with the prospect of having to get up ‘early’ tomorrow, for the trip down to Cornwall, to rescue the injured Bumble, I’m going to sleep like a log.
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