Today really has been atrocious weather wise and it hasn't been massively better events wise. Largely uneventful, ending in a tiresome wait to go to sleep as I feel I need to get back into the ways of the hedgehog for my short-awaited return to Hell..
The only event worth talking about, apart from the purchase of new goalkeeping gloves with flourescent velcro on them, is football training and the conversation that proceeded it. You see, what with the Pakistani weather we had today, training was ... well ... wet. Very wet. So wet, that when I dived to make a save I found myself skidding towards the corner flag with no real control and unable to stop. It was kind of fun doing that though and reminded me of times on holiday at a water park, skidding down the slides. Except today was a much more physically demanding and grey sort of day.. I played alright I suppose but the magic still isn't there to play. I'm looking forward to refereeing much more.
This is something Father Mitten clearly picked up on, (Hi Dad), as he questioned my commitment to playing this season. Part of me thinks he is just doing it to protect me but most of me thinks he wants a new, better, more enthusiastic and ultimately more awake keeper than he currently has. There is another guy, I believe his name is Lucas, who wants to play in goal and I get the impression that Father Mitten wants him. And he is using the excuse of me working nights to try not to offend me.. Still, it may be me being paranoid. And even so, I get the feeling you're reading this now anyway, so now you know.
It won't stop me being honest in this blog. It's the only chance I get to reveal my true feelings as I am too cowardly to say it to people's faces. Scared of the reaction.
One day/night of holiday to go and this weekend is a Bank Holiday weekend. Oh the joys!
Laters x
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