All the above are true on this Saturday. It started wet and felt crap, what is more is that it looked like it was going to go on all day and then there was:
Of course that meant doing something and as it is Saturday it was always going to be the rugby down at the Leicester Tigers.
So wrapped up in at least four layers of winter warm clothes and double socks we drove into town to watch them. A sparse crowd and a dull match but the Tigers managed to beat Worcester 14 -8. It was bloody cold, so cold that not even half time chocolate bars could hold it at bay. So once the game was over it was a fast walk to the car and warm car drive home. Once there there the priority was to get the fire on, the tea made and to settle into a warm room for the evening. The blog to write and then hopefully a mindless film and football before a warm bed for the night.
