We took seats that proferred the best view of the action - high above the other three stands, the Floors-2-Go Stand delivered as classy a vantage point as its name suggested it would. Sitting amongst the pie-eating home fans, I was discreet in my desire to see the away team leave the West Midlands with all three points.
15 minutes into the game: Walsall 2 - 0 Hartlepool United
It looked like a long and (Dictionary Heads look away) disgruntling afternoon lay before us.
As the final whistle sounded, the scoreline read:Walsall 2 - 3 Hartlepool United
A superb second half from the north-easterners, and a hearty drive back up the M6.
How to celebrate, how to celebrate? Er... Ah!...
Not my regular crumble dish, but I quite liked watching the colours of raspberries, strawberries and apples bleed into one another following some deft culinary handy-work. I know, party animal or what!That was Saturday.
Sunday - as is the case with Sundays without Alex (with his Dad and the extended paternal family) - took the form of 'Which tasks am I behind with?', 'What can I realistically get done today?', 'Shall we go out for lunch?', 'Yes, what a good idea - let's go there - that's far away and that would eat up all time to work', and finally, regretably, 'Soon the silence will be broken and the 50 hours of respite (Fri 4pm - Sun 6pm) will be over'.
As tiring as Alex can be, it is little things - such as finding oneself embroiled in a highly competitive 'Pumpkin Carving Contest' at 7pm on a night before school, that the pleasant silliness of much that should be childhood strikes home. It is also at such times, that what we are managing - with our non-nuclear set-up, jars with much that I hear about during the week - other people, other places.
Good fortune, dear reader.
2 comments:
I want some of that crumble, and I want it now. With custard, please.
Did you realise your blog always has a pinkish hue. Not grumbling - it's nice -like Zinnia's crysanthemum.
Yay for Hartlepool! Part of the family live in Peterlee.
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