It’s been a weird old day today.

We’ve been ‘down the Lane’ but the kick-off wasn’t till 5.30pm so we had a late start from home and everything has been weird because of it. I had time this morning before we left home to do all the shit shovelling that is my usual Sunday morning treat – hens, wabbit and dogs all needed clearing up after. This is quite definitely my domain – DM won’t go near such things!!!

Then we had time to take in a photography exhibition at the national Portrait gallery – Lee Miller. Now me, I’m totally baffled by ‘art’ and them as likes to go to galleries. It’s all too ‘brown boots, corduroys and childcare trust’ for me. I do my level best to stay away from such places but DM REALLY wanted to go and so I agreed. I must say, I was totally right about the place – way too pretentious and snobby for my liking but I did see some wonderful photos and I was very pleasantly surprised to see the standard of some of the ‘works of art’ being displayed were way behind David’s standard so it made me feel a bit better. We went there in our Spurs gear and that caused a few stares.

Afterwards we went off to the game and, after a good soaking on the way, saw Spurs beat the Baggies 3-1 to go through to the next round of the FA Cup. Cool! The game started badly for Spurs, we conceded a goal in the first few minutes but by half time were back on level pegging. The second half saw a much better performance and by the end I think we deserved our victory. So we ended up in the pink as it were.

The game ended at about 7.25pm and we went straight home – no Bell and Hare afterwards and no hanging around but we still didn’t arrive home till 10.30pm so David is now downstairs tucking in to his supper but I couldn’t face food at all at this hour (it’s 11pm now).

So, here we are, sober as judges, which makes a complete change from a normal Saturday night after a game. I don’t think that I could have ever conceived of a day at footie when we interrupted the journey there to go to an art gallery then came home sober……it’s not decent.

Here we are in matching wig and hat. Next we’ll be buying matching white polo necked sweaters (in the words of the great Joe Jackson) from Gap or Next or some other fashion victim store and buying beige Timberland Boots – heaven help me – please shoot me before I go that far down the slippery slope of middle-class-dom.

Last year I had a weighty problem.