Al and I out to the Stoke game on Saturday. The second half was not a pretty sight. Our lot seemed to have one eye on not getting crocked before next weeks cup clash. This meant that Stoke won every 50/50 ball and we were scared to get into the tackle.
This gave the Stoke number 21 and 23 free reign, which they gladly accepted. We were lucky to get a draw in the end, but I suppose overall the result was a fair reflection of the whole game.
Bit of trouble in the Stoke fans area, rumour control has it that our stewards got a bit heavy handed. Doubt if the truth will out as in most cases this is down to perspective really.
Well the weather in sunny Plymouth is wet, wet and miserable. The insurance guy came out today and had a look at our leaks, he told Val they will pick up the tab so, hopefully, all will be sorted. I just do not trust any financial services organisation so will not be happy until all is finished.
Today's visit to the picture vault is Val welcoming a worried looking Kiwi, Brendon, to the family. He married little sissy, Clare, sometime ago. They just didn't tell anyone! Made for an unusually peaceful and trouble free wedding though!!
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