Hello. Our weather warning has arrived. I'm not sure it qualifies as worthy of a warning of any colour or even a warning of any kind........more a look out the window and think it's a bit shite sort of weather. So with bugger all one can do outside I'm going to crack on with the housework. The forecast says we won't get a decent drying day till next Tuesday so I'll bite the bullet and use the tumble dryer. Once done I'll wrap up and head out for a walk.
When you know you've raised your son a true Rover. Couple of days ago it went like this via WhatsApp:
#1: "You thinking of going to Sheffield?"
Me: "No, thought I'd watch it on the box.........but if you're up for it??????"
#1: "I'll get back to you"
#1: "Yeah, think I might go but it's Mother's Day"
Me: "Forgot. I'll have to watch on the telly"
Last night Mrs P tells me delightedly #1 has invited us to eat in Manchester on the 19th. Excellent says I. Bit of a strange time though, 3.30 for 4.30 she says. Me: Hmmmmmmm
So kick off is 12.00. Match ends +/-13.50. Allow 45 minutes in case of extra time, 14.35. Drive time to Manchester 40 minutes. Arrive 15.15 with time to spare.
That's my boy. Watch the Rovers, extra time covered, Mum out to eat on Mother's Day. All bases covered!

All that remains is to win for the perfect day.....................COYB