Last night went well then.
Dinner was great as well. A really chilled evening with one eye on events 6000 miles… away, and several (or more) drinks: some earlier on for Dutch courage, some more later to celebrate.
It was a messy, late night and I’m feeling it today.
We are having a science weekend at home (and in the lab). Science projects for both the kids yesterday and today, and the City Nature Challenge to play with this afternoon.
Finding 10 minutes alone to try and recover with something gentle like Agnes Obel’s Dorian has been the only saving grace for my poor, tired, aching body.
10/10 would do it all over again though.
Like a swan gliding on the water, I look relaxed, competent, graceful: apparently chilled. (Probably not this fluffy, though.)
Underneath, I’m a complete mess.
Keeping my mind off matters.
I’m not one for chicken counting, and I am most certainly not counting my chickens now, but there’s a line in a song that says:
Come along and share the good times while we can
and a massive effort by United away at Hull City, and an equally huge result for Brentford at home to Leeds means that this evening are exactly those good times they were singing about and I’m sharing them.
A win in either of our last two games means that – incredibly (and I mean that literally, because I really cannot believe it) – Sheffield United will be back in the Premier League.
I don’t know what to do with myself. I’m going to be a nervous wreck for the next 5 days and in complete pieces for the duration of the match on Saturday evening. Apparently, we’re planning to be at a braai that night.
If it happens – IF it happens – expect scenes.
Not much here today because I was climbing a mountain this morning:
And then watching Sheffield United win this afternoon.
This was a good day.