Noi stayed up last night to watch United beat Chelsea and gave me, who collapsed even before the kick off, a full match report - or, at least, as much as she could remember, which was the score. With the Special One gone it's hard to see Chelsea going anywhere but down. I'm now trying to see if there's a repeat on this evening.
The other thing I had been intending to write about is my latest reading, revolving around The Ambassadors by Henry James. However, an over-long staff meeting has left me in dire need of mental rest so I'll pass on the Master for the moment.
Phoned Mum yesterday. She was figuring out a way to get to bingo since Jim, who usually gives her a lift, is not around. Now there's determination. Special.
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