Fans Nervosity Assuaged
Jon R was seen a happier man after Wolves’ 3-1 victory over MM,M yesterday.
“We managed to get two early goals, which gave us the confidence to play the rest of the match at our pace. We lagged a bit in the second half, but the lads kept it together, despite our having had the wrong training tactics for a few weeks.”
“It was an important win today. MM,M had already won their first match, and we were bottom of the table after ours. Two defeats would have been a bad situation to play from.”
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A Hairdresser Suggests
Freya was pretending to cut my hair yesterday, when she suggested that I should have a (pretend) tattoo. The short, but fascinating conversation follows, its imagery worth much more than the spoken words:
Freya: you could have a tattoo.
I: OK. What do you have?
Freya: a butterfly?
I: No, thank you.
Freya: a worm?
I: Hmmm, sounds tempting…
Freya: a tent?
Jo and I laugh at Freya’s word-association ability
Freya: an arm?
I reckon the least likely of all the above that I’d choose is a butterfly, but it may be cool to have a worm, tent or a tattoo of an arm on my arm.
Sisterly Love
Well, it’s week nine of Jo’s pregnancy – little baby is currently about 2.5 – 3cm long (should that be tall?), with 2mm long feet – and I’m still trying not to think too much about the possibility of a sibling for Freya, in case anything goes wrong.
Freya, on the other hand, is taking it all very well. She often strokes, cuddles and kisses Mum’s tummy, which is cuteness beyond belief. She has been telling us all the things she can do to help the baby: holding its hand when we cross the road, holding it when it goes to toilet, carrying it to us when it cries, and feeding it.
Mum explained that for the first year or so she’ll be breast feeding. Freya ingeniously explained that she could put some food on her breast, and the baby could eat from there. Mum then explained that the milk she produces would be better for baby, to which Freya said nothing more.
Freya really is very keen on the idea of a brother/sister. I hope she gets one.
Hattrick Press Release #9
A Tough Weekend
Wolves are gearing up for a difficult match with MM,M this Sunday.Manager, Jon R: “There have been a few changes in their team, with a stronger defence, especially central defender Josefsson, who will cause our attack problems.”
“It looks to be a much improved team than last season, and I’d put money on it being a very even, and tough, match. Formation could be the deciding factor.”
It’s All Rubbish
People irritate me at the best of times. I have little patience for stupidity, impoliteness, or a whole list of other negative traits that make this world a frustrating place to live in. My own transgressions are most likely many more than I probably think, but this doesn’t assuage my despair at others’ incompetence.
Our apartment, like all blocks of flats, gives us access to two rooms for rubbish, one of which is a recycling centre. They are situated about two metres from each other, but it does not prevent the no-brainers from throwing recyclable materials in the rubbish, or actually taking it to the correct room, only to then neglect any kind of sorting process.
I tried to convince myself that, as I was 10 years ago, some people are unenlightened and, with time, they will also realise the error they commit. This would be a reasonable thought, though the situation is a very different one from mine, as recycling in Sweden is much more widespread and well organised than it was when I was a lad.
That said, I do not wish to traduce the fact that the majority (of those who recycle) do sort their waste correctly. I don’t even know where I am going with this, since I have temporarily lost the ability to be enraged by a situation that did
a) make me seethe.
b) make me concerned enough to write this entry.
I need to go to bed and get a good night’s sleep.