Everyone was preparing for a meeting first thing tomorrow morning so I’ve had to stay until gone 7 o’clock this evening.
I walked home having just realised that my bus pass had expired three days ago, so I didn’t make it home until about half past eight. By which time the Champions League final was around 70 minutes old and all the interesting action had happened, if you believe the commentators.
So I cooked myself dinner and sat and watched injury time and penalties. I can certainly agree with the commentators about the quality of the penalties most of the players taking them looked like they didn’t want to be there. So Milan won (another footballing blow for me) and I went to bed.