Bit of schadenfreude never did anyone any harm

Really bad night’s sleep. Up, ran through the house chores (primarily laundry, in case you were interested), and did some admin. Not up to much. Ottawacker Jr. beginning to fight something, I think. Had chest pains, which turned out to be gas. Never doubt the relief caused by a good fart. Is anyone listening? Didn’t think so.
 
Did a bit of work. Watched a couple of minutes of the recap of Manchester United’s latest abject humiliation, this time against Spurs.
 
Took Ottawacker Jr. to football for 4, came home, sat and chatted with Mrs. Ottawacker in the garden for a while. Drank too much red wine. This helped, I think. While she went to get the boy from his second practice, I sat and wrote out the first draft of my most recent book review: Tosh, An Autobiography by John Toshack, MBE. It’s been a while since I wrote anything out by hand. It is a surprisingly good book – and stands in stark contrast to the last one I reviewed.