Furry

For those of you who are snowed in or just plain freezing, a little warmth for you.

Having done all my jobs for today done by 10.30 (under the new regime), I had time for coffee at the usual place, where I watched a potential blip, a Yoda type dog, pawing at the door to get in. It really was cold today. I'd taken the shivers I'd acquired at the yoghurt section of the supermarket to the Deixalles Foundation, the recycling place and by the time I got back home I couldn't feel my finger tips at all. Maybe we'll see some snow on the mountain tops soon. Deixalles is a good place for a rummage, and though I could have set up a new hairdressers today, sinks and all, I wasn't even tempted to buy the little black dress for 3.50 E either.

No tennis for Agu, but Ben had to brave the wet astro turf for footy practice and returned to soup and sausages and maths homework. Poor sausage. His kit is so wet when I turf it out of his bag. All that throwing himself on the floor. Surely it's good for his soul or something, please!

Judging from the fireworks, Barca must have won. Damn them, they're hooting in the streets now. Chills your bones. I must say though, that despite being more for Madrid than Barca, Mourinho has the same effect on me. Guardiola's a bit more furry.