The football match yesterday was bravely fought by both teams but resulted in a 4-3 win to the oldies. It always seems to be the case with the St Peter's Cup match, however, that nobody ever really pays any attention to the football because there is so much talking to be done, and, of course, Sharon Price's exquisite mince pies to be eaten.
Peter has now left home for a holiday in Ireland. The anticipated snows have not really come to the degree that we (or maybe just I) had hoped for. Just a pathetic little dusting last night really.
It transpires that I have inconveniantly shaped ears. I find with my new mp3 player that it is impossible to keep the ear phones in, they just slip out. So just now, I went to the shops to buy some that sort of go around the ear. These help, but even they slip out eventually, if I do anything particularly active (for example, jump up and down violently for a few minutes, that sort of thing).
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