Not a great start to the footballing year for yours truly as all my efforts to take in a New Year’s Day game despite suffering from the onset of something contagious has taken its toll.
So having spent much of the past week coughing, spluttering and sweating buckets, in between trying to do a job of work – I’m self-employed so taking a sickie is not an option! – the missus has categorically forbidden to me to venture out of the door today. And that despite those rail tickets to Norwich nestling in my wallet. To check whether she is within her rights to do this I dug out my marriage licence. Unbeknown to me she had inserted the clause ‘she who must be obeyed’ amidst the small print, the stuff I had opted not to read at the time. The penalty apparently is a kick in the nuts. Serves me right.
So for the second time this season a trip to Wroxham has had to be cancelled. Last time I quickly re-arranged something else. Today it’s TV soccer and a big pile of hankies. Roll on next Saturday…..