Graffiti Mouse Is Sad

Not quite sure why, but maybe it's the derelict state of the building behind the old door. Feeling my age at football tonight - after many weeks of eight-a-side we were down to sevens this week, at least in theory. One no-show and an early injury to G meant it was effectively six-a-side, even if G did hobble on in goal, and the pitch felt much bigger than usual. Scored an early goal after a neat turn (if I say so myself) but then found myself spending more time in my own half than usual as our understrength team defended our lead and played on the break when we could. Proved successful in the end as we kept our noses in front until the end. Spent the day editing images from Saturday while L was working on her play, so a low-key sort of day to mark 19 years since L and I had our very first proper date. She beat me to a photo, which was shared 'elsewhere' where it received a very pleasing amount of attention from our friends. She didn't want to be photographed in midst of her play drafting focus, so I didn't reciprocate!