Sleepless in Lincoln. Musta been awake since 2am and it’s now 5.45. Bit annoying really. There’s no rhyme nor reason to it especially when I slept reasonably well the night before. I dunno. I’m not particularly tired but you do feel as if you should be asleep.
Big rugby day today. Got the gang coming round to watch in the shed. They are all England supporters. I just want an entertaining game. Wales play Japan later and then Ireland v the wallabies, if I can stay awake long enough.
Old Storm Claudia seems to have throttled back a bit. Tempered her ire. What struck me most about her this morning was nothing to do with her meteorological propensities but the pronunciation of her name on the beeb. It’s Cloudeya. Dunno about you but I would pronounce it Clawdeya. The beeb is very particular about these things. She blew in from foreign parts I suppose but there again they all do. We never get good home grown British storms. I’m surprised no one has made this an election issue.
THG is off running. If it’s Saturday it must be Park Run. I’m building up to cooking brunch. No rush. Still full after last night’s beefburger and chips. Think I did the same thing last Saturday. Brunch. Won’t need lunch.