Week 88 - Blue
- It was time this week for another boozy lunch with a couple of ex-colleagues in London. We chew over the old times while polishing off a few too many bottles of wine.
- L and I had a rare night out together, heading to nearby Hitchin for an acoustic gig from “51%” of The Bluetones. We ate chips in the park before enjoying Mark’s charming frontmanship and beautiful melodies. The songs still stand up, as do his vocals.
- Arsenal’s chances of a league title are most probably over. The City match was played too late for H to watch, so we left him a sad note in his room with the final score for him to see in the morning.
- H bounced back from three days off school with a stomach bug to play in his football team’s last match of the season, away at Wheathampstead. And he scored his second successive hat-trick as they narrowly won 6-5. Not bad after losing to them 9-3 last time. And he was back kicking a ball around the garden when we got home. Addicted.
- We all popped along to the Kimpton Festival on Sunday. It ticked the two village fair boxes for me: burgers and real ale. But also cream teas and ice creams. There was a dog show, including a “prettiest bitch” section for which L’s raised eyebrow warned me not to open my mouth, fairground rides and even more football.