Yes, I had a video call from Alison this evening. Only the second that I think that I’ve ever had. So as well as a very long chat, she also had a conducted tour of the apartment. <\/p>\n
Mind you, it would have been more interesting had I tidied up the place first because it hasn’t been tidied since before I went to Belgium. I really must try to organise myself better.<\/p>\n
But it’s not likely to happen today. It’s Sunday and so on Sunday we don’t do any work at all – just sit around and vegetate. There’s not even an alarm to awaken us, so being awake and up and about at 08:20 is rather disappointing.<\/p>\n
But tha hadn’t stopped me from being off on my travels during the night. I was wandering around the ring road in Leuven looking for a bus to take me to my hospital appointment in Brussels (exactly!) but I was carrying a big orange fuel container (in fact, one that I have back on the farm) full of petrol – about 20 litres of it in fact – and it was flaming heavy. And so then I thought to myself “what don’t I take it to the place where I have left my red Cortina estate XCL 465 X (actually, the parking spot that I have for Caliburn), fuel her up with it, and then run for the bus? An hour and a half is plenty of time”. And so I decided to do that. But even in the middle of a nocturnal ramble I was able to assure myself that I was going to look pretty foolish when I arrived there because the Cortina was elsewhere – as in the Auvergne. So what would I be doing with 20 litres of petrol for it in Leuven?
\nA little later I was having coffee with an Arab at some kind of harbourside caf\u00e9. We were watching hordes of people swarm aboard a ferry boat of some description and he was telling me that he had to board it shortly. I told him that I thought that he should be on it already because it was looking very full to me and he might not find a place. He replied that admission to the ferry was by ticket only, he already had his and that it had been stamped as valid and accepted for the voyage. So whatever happened, he could just walk down onto the boat and take his place. It all sounded rather nebulous to me.<\/p>\n
And in keeping with my new mode of eating, I didn’t have breakfast this morning. I’m only going to eat when I’m hungry, not when the clock strikes. So I had a brunch – at 12:21 to be precise. <\/p>\n
This afternoon was the most important game in the Welsh Premier League’s calendar. The European play-off final. The less-successful teams in the league have been competing in a knock-out tournament with the winner taking the final place in European competition with its guaranteed minimum prize of \u00a3220,000 and which could rise to as much as \u00a33,000,000 depending upon success in the Europa League.<\/p>\n
Cefn Druids from Cefn Mawr in the outskirts of Wrexham lined up against Cardiff Metro – 5th v 6th in the League. And the match was rather less than exciting unfortunately. But that’s hardly surprising considering what was at stake. It was decided by just one goal from the Druids during a scramble in the goalmouth. <\/p>\n
But it could have been a totally different story had the Mets attacker sidefooted the ball into the net right on half-time instead of blazing over an open goal from 5 yards out. Hang his head in shame – that must be one of the most expensive misses in history.<\/p>\n
We’ve had the usual walks, the usual vegan pizza and the chat with Alison.<\/p>\n
And now we’re going to have an early night. It’s Monday tomorrow so I suppose that I’d better show some willing and start to tidy up the place a little.<\/p>\n
