On the other side of the world a football match is played and the team I nominally support to the tune of fifty squid a year lose their final match of the season condemning them to another season in league one.
Me? Well, I’m not mortally wounded. Life will go on. I live, I breathe and go upstairs for a pet-up. Then? Well, then there’s something else. There’s always something else. The world is full of stuff, innit (not a question).