Satisfied

What an awesome day! Just got in from playing late night six-a-side football with some Christians and must say it’s good to be back playing and playing in a non-aggressive, non-shouty friendly game; aggression and shouting being the whole reason I stopped playing about six or seven months back (a lot of it mine). Lovely boys and lovely good-natured football and lovely to work them legs after a twelve-mile round trip ride up to Horsforth to referee a mad mental game in crazy strong winds which of course followed my three-hour shift biking round Leeds delivering packages and envelopes on that big old ice cream bike, which was a little hairy at times, let me tell ya.

But anyways, you rock up home not too long before midnight after that much exercise and eat a cheese sandwich and a couple of handfuls of dates (already had well over my usual half a kilo today, as my trumps will testify) and –

That reminds me! Oh my God, just like the best thing ever: yesterday I was reffing these crazy young guys I reffed last week at a five-a-side place (sent two of ‘em off and abandoned the game) and pretty early on I let one go and one of the players was like, oh my god, it stinks over here. I don’t think he considered the source could have been human but me being an honest sort I said to him, yeah, I just farted. And on they played – him mostly over in a different part of the pitch all scrunching his nose whenever he came near me and – wow, I got the giggles something chronic just thinking about the whole situation; also got it in my head that I’d go and drop one over near the goalkeeper – he was particularly obnoxious the week before – and that got me chortling even further, what with him being restricted to his ‘D’. The thing would have lingered a good three or four minutes and he would have been sitting in it, breathing it in. How cool would that have been? But decorum got the better of me and I spared him the experience.

Still, the imagining of it was joy enough.

– and now we’re to bed, all lovely tired and post-showered and feeling achey and fulfilled. Tomorrow’s more of the same – another morning’s delivering and then the afternoon to do whatever and an evening reffing eleven-a-side out in pretty Barwick (I could rock up early and get some country air) – and no doubt I’ll be achey and satisfied after that too.

Just thought I’d say. It’s good to write when you’re feeling grateful and glad sometimes.

To bed! Adieu!