Wet Wet Wet

The "sleepover" crew awoke at 6am of course. I emerged a little bit later for Mrs Smith's sausage butties and a couple of cups of coffee before staring through the window at the rain and half heartedly encouraging Eve to get her football gear on.

Fortunately when we got to the pitch Hope had bought me a flat white, which was a fair trade for my Finland brolly - especially as I'd also brought my Casey Jones cap.

Home for roast chicken and then time to take Joe's last remaining pal home to a less-than-sunny Dunny. A quick, albeit with a reluctant model, blip and then home again to do some preparatory work ahead of tomorrow and listen to the rain bouncing off the roof.