Flaky

My visitors earlier wanted to talk about different things. One was football. I told him this story.
When I was in Junior school I used to play. I was 9 or 10. Racing up the right wing with the ball chased by Stanley Ruddock. He couldn’t catch me. He took my legs from under me. I learnt. I watched football through the 70’s onwards in the news. Violence on and off the pitch. I love the game but hate what goes with it. Now it is all tied up will TV channels etc.
Using my words they said I was a bit flaky at the minute. Not surprised really. Had the crap kicked out of me 10 days ago. Thought I was going to die. My wife ended up losing it with a policeman and I had to get him out quick day’s later. She’s in bits over this. She had to watch. As I told them though I’ve had worse. An iron bar around the back of the head. Loadsa blood then. Five guys, one with a baseball bat. Never any broken bones though.
Only ever had my nose broke and slipped and snapped wrist once. Managed to burn my toast for breakfast earlier. Got no more bread til do a shop at Sainsbury’s on-line later. Should have done it last night but wanted to watch Holby City and get to bed early.
Got radio on 2CR while composing this. Had enough of news on TV. Famous footballer died. Nice to have music on when there is bad news like that. Didn’t hear about footballers death until after visitors went as had just settled down to news when they arrived. Haven’t managed to get first coat done yet as needed to get washing up done and floors swept. Dogs deserve a good day today as only got two long walks yesterday. Did too many posts and listened to too much music. They played ball a bit indoors though and got out to the toilet every 3 hours. I’ll get some more painting done when taken them out again.