CYCLE 3 DAY 13
Yes another day of rugby, both on the TV and at a live match. Today it was Wales falling gallantly to South Africa. This time we sat with coffee on the sofa wrapped in dressing gowns and PJs until half time when we became all action. Fifteen minutes to rustle up the desired bacon sandwiches and more coffee. We completed the task well and were in time for the second half kick off clutching juicy sandwiches and feeling pleased with ourselves. I was so pleased with life, tucked up in comfort with family around me that I forgot to take my drugs until the end of the match. At midday my youngest daughter bid farewell to drive home but not before we had loaded her up with pie and pastries to take back with her. I pottered for a while, including sending an e-mail to my old rugby club, Grasshoppers, with a photo of original rugby shirt circa 1964. I discovered that they still existed when I googled them after a conversation about my playing days when on a visit to Kew Gardens, which is just down the road from the Dysart Arms that used to be the original home of the rugby club. I ‘m not sure why I e-mailed except that I thought they might want an original jersey if they keep a record of their history. On their web site they seemed to be quite into their history. I will wait and see if anyone replies. I noted that the shirt was a size 38 chest, not a size I could get into anymore.
During the process of waving my daughter off, I and my partner both noticed our daughters jacket and remarked on how good it looked. Of course we asked where it came from. Cyberdog was the answer. So another part of my pottering was to visit the Cyberdog website and WOW! The vast majority of the clothes would, if worn by me, give cause to question my capacity in way shape or form to make a sensible decision, however the T shirts are a different story. I impulse bought a couple of T shirts with the intention of wearing them to the next conference I go to, which will be soon. Having pottered it was time to get ready to go and watch the Leicester Tigers play. Thermal base layer on, wooly hat stowed, provisions wrapped and seating cushions stowed we set off for the game. By the time we got to the ground and got to our seats it was beginning to get a chill in the air. I should point out that the term “seat” is a loose term in this context. We actually sit on a bench with lines and numbers painted on it. Hence the seat cushions as said benches can be cold and hard on the arse in the depths of winter. The game against Saracens was dissappointing, Tigers lost in a fashion that suggests they may well loose a lot this season. In their defense six of the team are with the England world cup squad, however that does not excuse the players on the day appearing to wander around like school boys chasing a pigeon in the playground. To top it off, a Tiger’s player managed to drop the ball which would have at least given them a losers bonus point with the last play of the match. We drove home wondering it was really worth the effort. I think it must be the nearest I can get to how it feels to be a Manchester United supporter right now. So home to a good pork one pot and rice and David Attenborough telling us via a new wild life programme that we are all doomed. At this point I serviced the gas fire, well you never know. Then on to the blog. Tomorrow brings a 21 day injection and blood test booking. Always there is a little reminder that life is not, just life.
