Sundaze

Yesterday was Sunday and, true to form I slept in. I dragged my sorry ass outta bed at 8:30am, which is very late by my standards. I went for a run, lounged around on the sofa for a while and went to the gym. Then I did the only thing I could possibly do with a fine, sunny Sunday afternoon: I knocked out some zeds.

The evening brought the obligatory visit to the folks for Sunday dinner. It’s one of those ex-patriot British things we brought with us. As opposed the polite-Christian-sit-round-the-table-and-say-grace things. There’s no politeness (my family’s honesty can be disarming sometimes) and there’s even less saying of grace. The Sunday dinner involves roast meat, vegetables, gravy and a moderately priced bottle of wine. And dessert. This is the one meal of a week where I have dessert and I make damn sure it involves chocolate. My dessert last night was chocolate brownie cheesecake, with chocolate fudge ice cream. Well, I had run 12 miles and spent two hours in the gym!

There was a minor incident with the ice cream. The old geezers’ freezer seems to be set to “Green Bay in mid-winter” and the ice cream appeared to be chocolaty-fudgy-brown concrete. So, as I dived in with the scoop, the tub of ice cream fired out behind me, skidded across the tiled floor, coming to rest under the table some five yards behind me. Oops. But it did stop right-side up! I managed to dig out a few cubic inches of ice cream and put the somewhat mangled container back in the freezer.

It was finished with coffee and, you guessed it, more chocolate. Excellent.

I fear my previous post on my quiet street was read by some hooligans: I was woken at 1:30am this morning by the sound of someone peeing on my front lawn. Still, it was quite funny seeing the guy waddling quickly down the street trying to pee AND pull his pants up after a fairly sharp yell on my part from the bedroom window.

Celts did a beat-down on T-wolves yesterday (OK, OK, it was only 7 points, but in Celtic-world, that counts as a "beat-down"). That’s now four on the bounce for the Green and five in their last 27. Do I hear the faint sounds of a snowball fight in Hell?