Autumn Dog Walk

Afternoon dog walk.

Morning: football (A injured, so just watching). Thoroughly horrible game against a particularly nasty thuggish team who seemed determined to break somebody’s leg. Egged on by parents and coaches who disputed every refereeing decision, claimed for every throw-in and celebrated their fluky winner like they’d won the World Cup.

Evening: watched Scotland crash out of the World Cup. Not enough creativity. Wonder if the morning and evening events are related in any way. Hmmm.