There were three day weekends back in 2010 too and sometimes even three days didn’t seem long enough. This particular weekend was a really busy one.
Saturday Feb 27
If Carlsberg made football matches… Just occasionally a football match is so good you don’t want it to end. Being a Saints fan I often spend the last ten minutes or so watching through my hands and counting down the seconds until the torture stops. Why do I keep going back you many wonder? Sometimes I ask myself the same question but the match today is exactly why.
When Walsall, who are just above us in the table, scored in the first few minutes I thought it was going to be one of those games. Right then I’d rather have been anywhere but sitting behind the goal in the Chapel end in the cold. Within five minutes though we got a goal back and I thought maybe we might manage a draw. Half an hour in we got another goal and I though maybe we might even win. When Barnard got another goal just five minutes later I was pretty sure we’d win, unless it all went pear shaped in the second half of course.
Fifteen minutes into the second half we scored again and I was almost sure we’d win. Almost, because you never quite know with Saints. Four one seemed like a brilliant score as the final minutes ticked by. People were leaving. I’m never sure why they do that. Why pay all that money for a ticket and leave before the end, especially when your team’s winning? Just before full time I could hardly believe my eyes when Lalana scored. Five one!
Now if only all matches could be like that… Oh and my tooth could feel like a real one.
Sunday Feb 28
You’d think three day weekends would be relaxed affairs but this was one so busy I hardly had a moment to sit down. This is probably a good thing because sitting down tends to mean eating. Mind you, with the sandpaper tooth there hasn’t been a lot of that going on. Again, that can only be a good thing in the long run.
Today it was all about clearing out the wardrobe. Every morning seems to be a lottery at the moment. I get out something to wear and when I put it on it’s hanging off me. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not complaining but I needed to clear out the wood so I could see the trees. So I shut myself up in the bedroom, got everything out and systematically tried everything on. The pile of too big clothes was much taller than expected and the remainder, most of which fit, although some is still too small, looked quite pathetic.
Once that was done I took photos of the big stuff and listed it on eBay. Hopefully I’ll earn enough to buy some smaller stuff. One item has sold already which is a good start. Now it’s back to work tomorrow to start all over again. Why can’t the weeks be shorter and the weekends longer?