Saturday

Ally is off to town, jean and I lunch at neighbourhood at the end of the road I have a very toothsome open turkey sandwich, which is like a mini roast dinner. After that and the pleasant revelation they serve speckled hen its off for an idiot tax stake. We hear a roar from the Halfway someone has scored in the derby. Deep joy its a blue, jean is chuffed so we go in and enfoy the last 20 mins of nail biting stuff. Evertonians in the minority so I cheer for them (I guess I historically lean more that way). They exit quickly in delight at 1-0 win. After tea I go to Mary and Johns in culcheth, glad to drop their PC after a pile of poop. Head home and watch billy connolly in new zealand.