Goalless

Sometimes you don't accomplish as much as you wished on a day off. After all, why should you, I guess? Shouldn't you be OK with just not doing much? And yet, I'm not happy with not doing much. It's a God and protestant thing. That's probably rubbish, it's more a my Dad thing. I've passed it onto my kids, of course. It's equivalent to the thing that RCs do about sex, I believe. Or so I've read.
So where was I? There was a lunchtime meet of a few blippers. I remember that. And later, there was a game of footy involving the Edinburgh teams. And now...oh joy, time to lie down and just dream.