Monday, 28 December 2015
A Day of Rest
I got up slowly today and sloth like entered the world. When the daylight finally began to show I suddenly took it into myself to get on the bike. This thought tired me somewhat so I pushed it aside. However later, when the need for fresh things from Tesco arose, I ventured instead onto the bike in spite of my weak and complaining knees. After twenty or so minutes travelling at speeds exceeding three miles an hour I made it home and then went to Tesco.
The rest of the day has been spent in bed!
My siesta was forced upon me to make up for the early rise and soon after I woke much later I noticed it was time for Rangers v Hibs so I stayed in bed and watched Hibernian crumple under the bigot boys from Ibrox. A sair fecht indeed that the Hibs were just not good enough on the day. It looks like the play offs are their only hope.
However luck was in, not long after this Manchester United played Chelsea so I decided to remain in the filthy gray sheets (I must change them sometime in the new year) and watch this game. In the few minutes in between I managed to make my tea (how good is the microwave?) and settle back before the start.
Two enthralling games to follow on from the one yesterday when the Heart of Midlothian took on the other bigot side and were held to a draw. Scottish football is in a good state, only certain power brokers in the SFA/SPLF could disagree (and Mr Milne of course).
Now I note the last game today is not being covered by an online stream so I have time to scribble and then try to get my miniature quadcoptor to work. Quite what I am supposed to do with this thing (about two inches in length and with no camera) I know not. Just flying it around might be fun however. Hmmm maybe I should try this at the muse....no, I had better not.
Back to bed I think.