Slow, Slow, Quick, Slow

A leisurely breakfast with Mrs S then the Saturday newspaper, couple of Nespresso’s and before I knew it Italy v Scotland rugby. What a game, Mrs S and I felt as though we had played the last fifteen minutes, exciting or what.
A shower and I walked to the rugby club to watch England v Ireland, again what a match, right down to the last kick.
Disappointing turn out at the club, a little over twenty and half of those committee members.
Home early, for lasagne and salad with Mrs S then bed at a reasonable time ready for tomorrows early start.