In a gloomy day where most things that could go wrong has done so unerringly, starting with me falling over in the garden this morning and hurting my foot…..I never have been able to stand on my own two feet. Still at least the dogs enjoyed it. I was carrying some dried up cheese to the bird table, which flew into the air and landed all around me while they scooted around hoovering up after their mad, sad mummy(!) who was sprawled across the path nursing a sore foot.

We’ve worked like dogs again. I ache from all the hard, physical work. It seems never ending at the moment and we don’t seem to be making any real progress to me although David said today that he thinks we are indeed starting to win a few battles. I remain to be convinced. We have a deadline to meet and we are going right up to the wire with it. I am going to end up working my evenings to meet this deadline after finishing the job that I laughingly call my ‘day job’, which seems to be stretching out in all directions at the moment.

When we sat down to watch the footie, I had the heaviest heart. I would so much have preferred to have left home this morning, taken the short taxi ride to the station with the not-so-fragrant Barry, met Sarah at Liverpool Street, quaffed a few (non-root) beers in the Bell and Hare with my buddies then walked into White Hart Lane to watch the Spurs. I would have been jumping around with everyone else when we went 1-0 up in the ninth minute. I would have been even more thrilled when we poached a second nearly at half-time. I would have been gutted when they popped up and got one back before the half-time whistle….all of which I was anyway but on the sofa, just the two of us, I felt disloyal….not for the first time in recent weeks.

The second half was absolute agony and with no Stella rushing round in our veins to anaesthetise us, the pain was felt sharply – at the game it would have been painful but the rest of the crowd’s pain would have been comforting. They equalised. We looked to be in difficulty but somewhere we found some reserve strength and we snatched the lead back. I squirmed in my seat for the last fifteen minutes or so as we were pounded and pounded. BUT we hung on and kept the three points. I wish I had been there, using my precious season ticket. We’ve made some tough choices and at the moment I’m not sure if they are the right ones.

I needed to let off some steam at this point and went out, tennis racquet in hand to bash some balls down the field for Rosie and the sky was this amazing mix of the rosiest pink and black thunder. I thought it summed up my day so here it is.

Last year, I was having a wonderful time in San Fran with a crowd of pbasers and their loves.....what a fabulous day that was.