On Playing ii

Saturday at three

is when the fun really starts

Oh, yes! And the pain

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n.b. A lifetime of training my body to endure watching Pompey all over England means my adrenalin and endorphins peak around 3pm on winter Saturday afternoons…what happens from there is a game.

I used to play a bit too, not at that level though.

Realising the ambiguity of the last sentence, I clarify, that I played far below the Pompey level, (although my grandma could have scored some goals that Pompey players sometimes fail to score, obviously).

~

CLP 16/01/2021

On Numbers (2021)

What does it matter?

A fresh start or same, same old?

Welcome aboard guys!

~

n.b. Things will be different, things will be the same. My new year resolution is to love my neighbour. Worth another go, don’t you think?

CLP 01/01/2020

On 2020

Memorable year

One I would rather forget

Finally ends here

~

CLP 31/12/2020

On Losing (18)

Keep the faith y’all

Everything will be alright

Earth keeps on spinning

~

n.b. Hopeless romantic, or just hopeless?

Winter Solstice should be a time to welcome the turn toward longer days…make of that what you will.

n.n.b. Sorry, not The Dove of Peace, but quite a pretty gull.

CLP 21/12/2020