Football Feels: A Charming Kick-off to August 2013
A Kick in Time: Charity Shield’s Grand Return
Today marked the triumphant return of football to our daily banter, courtesy of the Charity/Community Shield clash between the mighty Manchester United and the underdog Wigan Athletic. It wasn’t just another game; it was the grand unveiling of the football season, the moment we’ve all been waiting for. Now, let me share the day’s play-by-play with you.
Not in the Stands, But in the Comfort of My Den
Surprisingly, for the first time in eons, a Community Shield match didn’t witness the boisterous presence of either my offspring or myself. Why, you ask? Well, at the close of the previous season, I took a momentous decision—I bid adieu to my season tickets at Manchester United. Consequently, I found myself ineligible for a golden ticket to Wembley’s football fiesta. No worries, though. I opted for a more laid-back approach, swapping the stadium roar for the coziness of my living room, beer in hand. Did I miss the raucous crowd? Not one bit. Will I relish my new title as an ‘armchair fan’? Oh, absolutely.
United emerged victorious with a 2-0 win, courtesy of Robin Van Persie netting goals in each half. Wigan, sluggish off the blocks, couldn’t quite sink their teeth into the game, sparing United any nail-biting moments.
From Football Frenzy to Office Odyssey
The week leading up to this football fest was no walk in the park. I found myself entangled in the office web, chasing down our IT team for the elusive new CAD software deploys. We’re on a tightrope, aiming to bid farewell to redundant software by the end of August. However, here’s the kicker—I’m jetting off for a blissful two and a half weeks of annual leave starting next week. The pressure’s on, and I’m at the mercy of the IT wizards to conjure up the magic before I trade my office chair for a beachside lounger. Brace yourself; next week promises to be a rollercoaster of stress!
Family, BBQs, and Sunday Shenanigans
Saturday unfolded as a family day, with a rendezvous in Timperley featuring Drew, Sam, Harry, Matt, and the parental units. Alas, Fran was out gallivanting with friends, leaving a Fran-shaped void in our gathering. The day transitioned into a delightful evening at Sam and Matt’s BBQ bash. The culinary prowess displayed on their new grill left our taste buds tingling with joy.
Harry, the beacon of cheerfulness, illuminated our weekend. As I later crawled into bed at the ungodly hour of 23:00 on a Saturday night, I could feel the rewarding ache that accompanies a day spent in the grandpa arena.
Sunday kicked off with Lewis playing hide-and-seek with his bus, missing it entirely due to an unfortunate geography mishap. Consequently, my Sunday morning featured an unexpected chauffeur stint to the train station at 08:30. The joys of family, right?
Later, post-Sunday tea, we embarked on a transatlantic gossip session with my cousin Julie in the Windy City. Courtesy of FaceTime, we caught up on life, and she lamented her untamed locks post a convertible joyride.
And with that, dear readers, I bid you adieu until our next rendezvous. Wishing you all a splendid week ahead!
