Sunday, 19 October 2008

Birthday boy

I started my birthday mucking out the chickens. This isn't as unpleasant as it sounds; Chicken Ethelreda clucked happily around me and almost purred when I gave her an occasional stroke. But on the minus side, Chicken Audrey flapped and squawked horribly. I took Bobby to Barnet to start his journey home, bumped into Jackie’s daughter and family, visited her parents, and we were home resting by 5:00 pm.

My birthday treats included a fetching Barack Obama baseball cap and a trip to teh Bayfordbury Observatory. I thought after a dismal start to the season, Tottenham Hotspur would make the effort to win on my birthday. But no. They stumbled from the sublime to the ridiculous, gave away two penalties, had two players sent off, one concussed, and lost 2-1 away to Stoke City. Perhaps no-one told them it was my birthday? Thankfully I know it's only a game and I don't take it too seriously. Grrrrr.