Hurtling

After the long day, the long lie; I surfaced to rustle up a bacon roll and fetch the Saturday's papers.
Before long it was time to cycle off to South Trinity Road to meet the daughter and her lad on their bikes and cycle off up westwards and southwards.
For we were there to watch Chelsea v Man U. But what a teeny TV! No bigger than 32" Effin Eff! It's amazing that footy on TV has taken off at all with such constraints.
And then homeward! It's getting dark early. And remind me to take my gluvvies next time. I must have put them somewhere last April surely?