Better

Today has been a good day. It all started off in crazy fashion, as I was awoken by Mother Mitten's squealing down the telephone to her colleague who had got bored after 30 minutes of another shift in this shop.. I tried getting back to sleep, but then I was awoken yet again by my mobile. It was a delivery man.

"Is this a Mr.Statham?"

It clearly wasn't, but I knew what it was about. I help run a midweek cricket team, and 'Mr Statham' (a.k.a Kenny), is the 2nd member of the Aspen CC Committee! He had ordered kit samples and sent them to my address, but in his name, creating mountaneous confusion, especially for 9 o'clock in the morning.. Still, it woke me up, albeit in a harrumph and a bad mood and I went downstairs and saw a pay slip...

It was from BP, and I have to say, I was expecting it. I didn't work 2 weeks in arrears for nothing, but I wasn't expecting over £500. This was fantastic news although Mother Mitten seemed to dominate further proceedings by suggesting she take £300 for car insurance. You see, I had shelled out £300 on Father Mitten's broken exhaust because he couldn't make it home in time to pay, and instead of paying it back, they have taken it for insurance purposes. Still, cannot complain one bit!

The main event of the day though, was refereeing. After Thursday's poor performance, I was rather nervous about today although in hindsight there was no need to be. I was much more confident than last week, and easier conditions plus a 6-0 win for the league leaders sort of dampened out any major event. 90 minutes past with confident signals, fantastic communication and respect from all parties, except for the risk of needless "handbags" after the final whistle, which were immediately stamped out by me. I went home, £23 richer and looking forward to tomorrow mornings game. A top of the table clash, so will probably be more eventful than today's encounter.

Otherwise, it's the same old story of sitting here not doing a lot. I'm afraid. Never mind.