He went to the pub to watch the football. I couldn't. I stayed at home and cleaned picture frames. I can't bear the football at this time of year.
So what if we're now Five points ahead with two games to go. They've got three matches and they can get nine points, so we have to get five to guarantee winning the Championship, so that really means six and therefore we have to beat Charlton at home and Everton away. Everton who are looking for a place in Europe.
This is English Premiership football. Either you're interested so you know exactly what's what, or you're not, and thus unlikely to click any link I might provide.
Ten years ago - ten years, it's like the blinking of an eye - when we won it for the first time in my lifetime, and Harriet and I sipped champagne out of Manchester United mugs, I thought that it would cease to matter: Holy Grail achieved, mission over.
But I'm ten years older and a few days wiser, and it still bloody matters.
I rustled up a stunning little meal, and I have to say I was jolly proud. A starter of pitted, spiced olives (from the Greek deli in Brixton), M&S Irish soda bread and Kerrygold, a main of Marks and Spencer Fish pie and Tesco sweetcorn, and a pudding of M&S zabaglione, washed down with a bottle of Tesco Chianti Classico Reserva (you see, Lyle, I am entirely promiscuous in my use of supermarkets). We could have had it slumped on the sofa on our laps in front of TV, but, no we sat up at table, with a solitary candle burning, 
and "Classic Ads" on the CD, the table adorned by a small vase of fabric flowers.
We decided that we shall have, as "Our Song" Ella Fitzgerald's 'Someone To Watch Over Me.' Better than 'Strangers in the Night'.
Incidentally, 'Bel, I would be lying if I said that my posts yesterday were not influenced in some measure by your personal circumstances, but also by the posting of another blogger on my list; also by some risque banter in the week with the person I dreamed about, plus an ongoing discussion with Jimmy about why his ex-wife's infidelity led to their marriage ending, yet his frequent dalliances didn't seem to count.
Plus the damn annoying wet fish face slapping dream, which unnerved me.
