A lazy bank holiday while AW at work. Main event was lying in bed watching Arsenal Ladies beat Charlton in the Women's FA Cup Final, and clinch the quadruple (League Cup, UEFA Cup, Premiership, and FA Cup). Not a bad game, although taking Pat (Chelsea fan) to Ashburton Grove yesterday and clinching their failure to retain the title was a lot more fun.
Went to WH Smith on Notting Hill Gate, specifically to buy a Pregnancy/Baby magazine. Have never really looked in the women's section before. All a bit bright and breezy.
Picked Junior magazine, but needed a dose of testosterone afterwards. A boxing mag was in the sports section opposite, and I read a long article reflecting on the Marvin Hagler/Sugar Ray Leonard Superfight. I remember staying up late for that fight with my mate Victor when I was around 16. That was such a golden age for boxing, when you could regularly see great fights on terrestrial TV. Sugar Ray Leonard, Tommy Hearns and Hagler in the USA, Eubank, Benn and Watson over here. Barry McGuigan, Bruno and Tyson.
Happy days. Victor just visited us the other week, with his three kids, and we had a kickabout and picnic in Hyde Park. Come to think of it, AW was pregnant then, but we didn't know it at the time. I'm sure I would have paid more attention to the kids' football technique at their different ages.
Had a takeaway at my parents' house. I'm OK with waiting a few more weeks to tell them, but I have this nagging thought that one of them might die before they know. Where does THAT come from?
