Another sleepy Sunday

Walking home through the park, pint in hand and it isn't even three o' clock yet - a sense of achievement partnered two tired legs and a rain-soaked left side from the squally morning. Blackheath celebrated their 150th year with a repeat of the first ever game they played and, although the weather certainly could have been better, much fun was had by all. A proper good old game of rugby with some familiar faces gracing the Heath, the match was a laugh and a great way to spend the morning. By midday everyone was well on their way; it felt like all was right with the world as we strolled back homewards and set to work on a hearty roast. I awoke from my slumber to find Federer had recovered and the other two deep in a recuperative snooze. I think I shall have a yoghurt then ponder my next move.