This afternoon, the chairman of Aldershot Town Football Club posted on Twitter an apology to Boreham Wood Football Club for the ugly behaviour of the Aldershot fans. There was a lot of damage to the fence, and the chairman said that Aldershot would pay for the repairs. Of course, as soon as he’d posted, he was deluged with people saying how it wasn’t that bad, that the goalie was a liar and that there were only a couple of offenders. I don’t know what football game they were at, but it certainly wasn’t the same one I attended.
But enough of that unpleasant business.
I’ve noticed, as the days get shorter and the clouds obscure the sunrise, that Emma doesn’t like the Avenue of Trees when it’s dark. She just sits at the entrance and looks at me, refusing to enter until Freya and I go in. I guess we guarantee her safety.
I agree, it’s pretty dark, but there’s nothing to be afraid of. After all, most sensible people are still abed at 05:30.
Having managed to coax Emma through to the castle and back, I went shopping. It was mostly for the girls (I’m stockpiling dog food for Anja) because I’ll not be needing anything much given my imminent departure.
Actually, my upcoming trip to Oz was the main topic of conversation in both Starbucks and Waitrose this morning. Everyone seemed to be more excited than me. Obviously, I’m very much looking forward to seeing Mirinda, given how much I’ve missed her, but, overall, flying to Oz is not high on my list of pleasures.
I know it’ll be fine once I get there.
Weatherwise, I managed to avoid the rain, which dripped a bit in the morning then poured for a few hours in the afternoon. And the temperature is significantly better suited to my preferences. Delightful!
