Giro catch up whilst hoping the drizzle would cease; it didn't and so off I went to P7 football; 7 turned up so a full game for all. 
The wet conditions contributed to 3 of the first 4 goals; sadly 3 were against us....
It all got a bit tasty; L30n's dad took him off partly in protest, partly as if he didn't then he would have nailed the perpetrator and got himself taken off anyway; and Al managed a triple Salko double axle back flip as their winger sped past him; as he tumbled in confusion, his heel clipped the other lad's head; complete freak accident; the winger stood up and kicked Al as hard as he could...! Retaliation at it's finest.

The game pettered out after that; the opposition slightly embarressed and already with the game won; we got a sympathy goal or two before we all dragged ourselves home for hot showers and dry clothes. 

OT followed; yeuch. A mixed bag of dregs; I persevered but it's not for me. More discussions required with CH.

Sleep then into town as it brightened up; for cod / olive / coriander / lime etc and Fleabag.
No Eurovision. Did I miss anything?