Yes, I made a goal, my third, but somehow magically fouled on the way to making it so it didn’t count! Ah thrwarted again. This game was far more tiring than any other to date. Might be because of Monday workout, not sure.
Kind of stuffy last night, had weird dreams about wearing lots of scarves. Reading Jonathan Coe’s The Closed Circle and having dreams of Birmingham, bad marriages, etc. I keep on thinking it’s Friday.