you have to fight for your right

So we had our little party today. It was fun. Adam made sushi and pizza bread. I made babaganoush and homous and pizza, and did individual apple pies and raspberry bread and butter puddings. The raspberry bread and butter puddings were the best. Now we are exhausted. But we are well pleased with how the house managed - the kitchen was a good size for both of us to comfortably work in at once. The utility room had room for all the food and drink, and kept them cool (we did actually need the fridge for once, it has been up close to double figures recently). The lounge room held everyone comfortably. And the kittens were well behaved upstairs in our room.

Tomorrow is football. Adam's team is currently coming bottom of the league, or at least we assume they are since we don't remember them winning any games. My team is doing well. We beat a team from the division above us in a cup tie last week, in ridiculously muddy and cold conditions (although Adam had it worse - ankle deep mud). And we are coming second in the league.

One of my favourite things about football is our sunday drives through Oxfordshire. A typical drive will take you down narrow country lanes, across an old, low stone bridge over the Thames with a family of swans gliding down the river, and through small towns where the main street winds along between stone houses set only a few feet back from the road and pubs outnumber the shops, and sometimes the houses. Adam's team has their home ground at a lovely quaint village called Aston Tirrold, overlooked by lovely Victorian mansions. When you drive down the main street on a sunday morning, it seems like the whole town is out walking their dogs in their gumboots. It's very classic rural posh england. And then there are the Didcot Casuals rolling up in their trackydaks, and leaving covered in mud.