Saturday, 6 January 2007

The FA Cup Third Round – probably my favourite day on teh sporting calendar. It’s a day when butchers, bakers and (who knows?) candlestick makers can take to the field against the cosseted elite of the Premiership and anything can happen. It’s the last twinkle of Christmas magic before we all settle down to address the everyday concerns of another year. In 2006 Burton Albion gave Manchester United a bit of a shock: who will be this year’s giant killers? Worryingly much money will be on Cardiff City who face Spurs tomorrow.

I rose early-ish and headed into Watford to finish the accommodation report and mail it to Watford Borough Council. There is no time to consult interested parties, but I think the report accurately reflects the many conversations I’ve had. Hopefully the report will persuade WBC to amend some aspects of their proposals.

I left the office about 2:00 and after collecting Jackie we both headed off to Southwold to spend a night with our very dear friends Jane and Ruth, and their new baby Jacob. By the time we arrived, Jacob was already sound asleep but us four adults got on famously enjoying Fish and Chips, a bottle or two of red wine, and some games of competitive Boggle (at which Ruth excelled).