Pic of the week
Today is Father’s Day. Sophie has been home (she came home on Wednesday evening, then she and Becky went to Cornwall on Thursday, returning late last night) and it has been nice to see her. I popped over to Wells in the morning to see my Dad – looking sprightly for an 85 year old – and of course I saw Sam last week. Sophie gave me the latest Thursday Murder Club book (book 4) and Sam gave me a choc/nut/pop corn snack mix, which I will tuck in to this evening as I watch England’s Euro ’24 opener v Serbia.
Still on a football theme, yesterday I refereed at the Ashcott FC charity festival – four hours of officiating (that is actual time either on the line or in the middle, not including breaks), it was a long afternoon, I did over 26K steps and my legs ached by the end, although not so bad today.
The weather continues to be poor – very wet and cold (although apparently it has been a very warm – possibly record breaking – Spring, but I think that is because the nights have been relatively warm.) Friday the heavens opened at lunchtime, fortunately only the occasional bit of drizzle yesterday afternoon, and today has turned out better than expected.
Things still seem really busy, hard to think that in two weeks time we’ll be heading off to Greece – whilst I feel a little unprepared, I also think that doesn’t really matter: it will be nice to vanish into the Aegean sea and let everyone else sort themselves out for a month whilst we just chill in obscurity!