Captain's Blog

Day 4. I’m still not sure how often to be writing in this thing. On the one hand I don’t want to be responsible for building unrealistic expectations, however if I start leaving it too long between entries I know from experience that I’ll be facing the full wrath of Mumzilla et al. I reckon about once a week might be feasible.

Simone and Andy have gone for a few days in Miami for a spot of retail therapy so me and Karen are holding the fort here. It’s amazing how quiet it is without Lucas, and to tell you the truth I’m not sure how much I like it. I’d almost forgotten how to start the morning without Barny on the TV. I tell you, we may not be too up on our current affairs in this house but we’re getting pretty hot on our shapes, colours and manners.

Unfortunately as we don’t have any guests at the house at the moment, Tella and Nora are no longer cooking our dinner for us, and Karen and I aren’t exactly cooking up a storm on our own. We’ve worked out a pretty good system though of cooking an excessive amount of pizza on the first night and then dinning on leftovers for as long as we can hold out. I know it may not be exactly ideal but it seems to be working ok so I see no point in rocking the boat. Aside from the obvious, I did find another big downside to cooking for yourself the other night. I was lying in bed, just dropping off to sleep, when I rubbed my weary eyes and was suddenly reminded of all the chilies I had been cutting to put on my pizza. Very vividly reminded. The only slight consolation I can think of is at least I didn’t need a piss before I went to bed.

For the last day or so I’ve been really trying to get in to learning some Spanish using an audio CD Moocho gave me. It seems pretty good and I do feel like I may be slightly picking some of it up. I’ve already started recognizing more words on the football pitch, although as I haven’t yet reached an insult section, large amounts of what they say is still going over my head. I’ve attached a photo of our ‘practice’ tonight (it’s every night nowadays and to be honest it’s killing me.) although it may not be quite an entirely accurate depiction as it doesn’t look as if anyone is playing in their welly boots and I don’t see any dogs on the pitch. I think around the time this picture was taken I was really starting to regret my pre-match warm up of running on the pitch ten minutes late with my laces undone and still stuffing my third tortilla in to my mouth.