The story of my morning

This is a tribute to my patient and understanding wife who allows me to dry my football boots (after they have been thoroughly washed) and various other pieces of kit on top of various radiators about the house
Not many women would be so tolerant, I feel.

This morning I refereed a match at Attenborough in torrential rain and ankle-deep soft ground that was playable when the match started but pretty iffy after an hour and a half.

These boots were sodden and caked in mud;

I was soaked to the skin and almost hypothermic, and By the end of the match was splashed in mud up the backs of my legs and up to the waist.
Believe it or not the game itself was enjoyable and played in a good spirit, but gee was I cold and miserable walking back to the car to come home!!

Long hot shower - wonderful and felt like a human being again (which some would say is unusual for a referee!).

Kit should be dry for tomorrow morning's match at Beeston, and the forecast is rather more favourable. We shall see!

Fingers crossed and hope my kit is dry by tomorrow morning, courtesy of Fiona.