Album of the Day: Loretta Lynn - Don’t Come Home A Drinkin’ (With Lovin’ On Your Mind)
The Voice of Heartbreak. I can’t decide which leads the way here - the songs or the tearful delivery. Put them both together and it’s a combination that is going to leave you feeling a little down on yourself. Perfect for a rainy Wednesday morning in January.
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Premo Bonds disappointment first thing.
Arse.
Nothing. Zero.
I’m pleased that I didn’t stay up until midnight for the anti-climax.
There was further negativity with the planned return to running. The NHS website said yep, you’ve passed the timeframe post-op when physical exercise should be OK.
But I’m a cautious fella.
I poked around a little further online. The NHS advice seemed a little too optimistic. I decided to play it safe, and delayed the return for another month.
This felt like a personal failure. I was even kitted up in my running gear before having second thoughts.
It an age thing, innit?
Thirty years ago and I thought nothing of playing football the day after a bad injury. Run it off, etc.
Those carefree days are long gone and will never return. At least it will be the start of spring when I get to put on the running shoes again.
In More Happy Happy Joy Joy News: I’ve been suckered into watching the Forest Fan TV daily videos each day.
Yeah yeah. It’s clickbait. But it passed the time whilst I demolish a bowl of porridge.
Football journalism ain’t what it use to be:
“Steve Cooper might go to Palace if Roy Hodgson dies.”
Blimey.
You never heard Bob Wilson say something like this on dear old Football Focus.
A decent fella rocked up at lunchtime. We’re having window and shed roof issues. He was very honest in his assessment. He pre-warned me about the quote that is about to come.
I turned to ebay to try and pull in some pennies.
Why isn’t my London Knights rare cagoule selling?
Oh. I priced it at £250 rather than the planned £25.
Whoops.
Afternoon listening was The Clash’s Vanilla Tapes. These are new to me. They held my interest for a while. There’s a reason why demos remain demos though.
We watched the Mascots film early evening. It was interrupted midway through when Dotty delivered a mouse into the lounge.
The excitement continued. My phone pinged. I sold the Knights top. And not for £250, either.
DARTS saw out Wednesday. What a fantastic final.