Oh dear, it's all quiet back home. Billy's footie team lost their first league match in 4 years! With a squad decimated by sickness and no subs on the bench, it was always going to be a tough one. Sounded like a bad day in the office all round. Janey was at that match, I was at Fin's (they won and he scored a hat trick) - it's a wrench when they have matches at the same time but in different locations. Anyway, we met up post match down at Truro and cheered the mood by going to Tregoonan where they've got 10 acres of Christmas trees. You go armed with shovels, pick a suitable bushy number and dig it up. Brilliant!
The mood was somewhat lighter yesterday following the derby at Plymouth Argyle against Exeter. It's the first time Janey's been to an Argyle game where they've won. Great atmosphere. And no fisty cuffs. In the cup game a few weeks ago apparently all broke lose in the car park. But there was no trouble to report, except for an Exeter fan who got on the pitch and then was chased down by the stewards. It was like key stone cops with everyone sliding all over the place. A very proficient rugby tackle brought him down after a few false lunges.
The fire's lit, Gammon's in the oven, the Monopoly is out. Time to buy some hotels.
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