This morning we are all off to watch Nat play rugby; there’s an actual match rather than a training session. This morning the lads are up against Market Harborough reserves/development team. We left home earlier than usual (“it’ll be very busy and we won’t be able to park if we don’t get there early” said Deborah) and arrived to find an empty car park. When we got into the car I thought I’d try the N8 FM transmitter and play something through the car radio. I was informed then that I had been informed previously that said radio was broken. I may well have been previously informed but if I had I’d forgotten. This exchange was to set the pattern for all further exchanges between Deborah and myself for the remainder of my off days. It’s no wonder that by Tuesday I was actually looking forward to going back to work. Not because work held any particular attraction but simply that it was the lesser of the two evils.
When we’d found a space and managed to squeeze the car into it (that’s called sarcasm) we disembarked and made our way around to the front of the club house. As the place was virtually deserted and because things had already gotten tense with Deborah I announced that I was going to go and sit inside and read until things started happening. You never know one day I’ll finish reading Adrian Mole the Prostrate Years because I think I managed ten or more pages before going back outside. I’ve been reading this damned booked since Xmas but only seem to get the chance to read a few pages at a time. I remember the days when I used to read at least one book a day!
I wanted to make use of the camera on the N8 to film the lads and photograph them using the zoom to see what the quality would be like and how easy it would be to stay on the action whilst in zoom mode. In addition I wanted to use the panorama application to take a few panoramic shots of the pitches and club house. The eventual results were patchy; I need a great deal more practice using the panorama app if I’m to master getting the shots I actually want. Things weren’t helped by the fact that the camera app itself was pretty glitchy and had a tendency to freeze up. The ordinary photos and videos weren’t too bad but again I was somewhat hampered by the app freezing. I’m going to wait for the anticipated big firmware update but if the N* continues to freeze regularly I’m going to send it back for repair or replacement.
When the teams finally came out we made our way over to pitch with Bruce (Jacob’s Dad) and Chris (Zak’s dad). As I already mentioned we were up against Market Harborough reserves/development but this didn’t mean that we were in for an easy game. Whereas Leicester, as a largish size city, has quiet a few rugby clubs the smaller towns generally only have one or perhaps two. This means that all the talent is focused into these few teams and they level of play is correspondingly high. In addition a few of their players were very much on the large size for under 13’s!
It was a good match but eventually MH gained the upper hand and the final score was 17 – 5 ion their favour. On the upside, the one try that was scored by The Vipers was in fact SCORED BY NAT…Yeah!!!!! Meanwhile, Hannah had been plying in the deep ditch that rounds around part of the grounds insisted that I come see what she could do vis. getting across to the other side I think that the photos below speak for themselves.
We left the club at approximately 12:00; we never stay for a drink afterward or socialise in the clubhouse bar because we’ve never got any money, there’s another pattern to go along with falling asleep on the sofa. On the journey home we got another example of Deborah’s absolute belief in the fact that she is never ever fucking wrong or in error. She said something or other to but inadvertently called him Hannah. How do I know that she said Hannah? I know because both Hannah and I heard it simultaneously and both of us, completely independently of one and other, said “Hannah?” Any normal person would, at this point, have simple said whoops and that would be that. Oh No not Deborah she insisted that she’s said Nat not Hannah and virtually accused BOTH Hannah and I of lying! First WTF would we do that and secondly, when on earth did we get the opportunity to get together decide to do so? Next October (or fucking November I can’t remember which) we will have been married for thirty years and during that time, plus the four years I knew her before we wed, I can count the number of times she’s apologised on the fingers of one hand and still have most of those fingers left unused. Fuck me I admit I can be stubborn but if I discover I’m wrong I’m more than willing to put my hands up and admit it not so her. So yet again a trivial slip of the tongue that should have resulted in nothing but a little laugh instead ends up causing yet another argument. I’m absolutely sick to death of this and to be honest if it was economically feasible I think I’d have packed my bags a while back. I never used to be on edge all the time and I’m still not when I’m anywhere else. I can deal with the most annoying rude arsehole and work and it’s water off of a ducks back but nowadays at home I’m just waiting for the next thing to kick off, be it Hannah having a paddy, Nat hitting her or Deborah deciding she knows what I’m saying instead of LISTENING TO WHAT I’M ACTUALLY SAYING! This tension in its turn of course has the effect of making me even more prickly and shouty and so the vicious spiral continues, inexorably, on its downward path.
So, we returned home to endure another uncomfortable afternoon of silences, Nat had the sense to piss off to the Fosse with Jacob and wasn’t seen again for a few hours. I went onto the PC and discovered a site that would allow me to convert word files into .epub format. Using this site I set about converting a number of the eBooks I have from .pdf to .epub and then transferring them onto the card memory on my phone. Hallelujah, they are eminently readable on the phone’s screen in this format. The display is made up of black type on a plain white background that automatically reformats itself to fit the screen should you adjust the font size. It would appear that I’ve created my very own Kindle on my N8. Of course every silver lining has a cloud and mine is this; now I’ve done this how I will ever be able to justify buying a standalone Kindle, especially the 3G version I’d like?
The happy day continued on course, Nat returned having spent yet more of his earnings on fast food and eventually they all went to bed and, after three, I fell asleep on the sofa!
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