I have made an error. I thought that I would have more time to blog today, but that didn’t happen. A million little jobs and a game of football and suddenly it’s 10pm.

And I’m ready for bed. Running around like a headless chicken for 40 minutes on a five-a-side pitch will have that effect on you. We scored 10 goals this evening and their goalkeeper was still Man of the Match.

I didn’t score any, because their goalkeeper was Man of the Match.