Need a break
For the first time in weeks, we had a relaxing Sunday afternoon. This was on last weekend. I especially felt like I needed it because previous Sundays have been filled with either work or something which took away the often needed quiet time of rest and recuperation.
Actually I don’t know why Sundays in previous months have been so hectic – it was always something. Because of church, the only slot we have for some rest is on Sunday afternoons. Saturdays are invariably out for us. Take for example this last Saturday.
We slept in a little, woke up by about 7.30 and by 8am we were full on working at cleaning and maintaining the home. I vacuumed and cleaned the toilets and Tress was outside with some weeding and sweeping of leaves.
By 10am we had to go pick up kiddo from church. She had been sleeping over in church, with a bunch of kids, all enjoying their school holidays. We picked her up, went grocery shopping and got back by 12pm. I cooked a quick lunch for everyone, then took the oil heater out from the shed.
It has started to be colder, with single digit temperatures in the morning. 2 of the castor wheels on that heater had broken, and we have also been putting off changing a few light bulbs in the kitchen, because they were halogen bulbs in a down light design.
With a “to buy” list that is more than a single item, we made our way to Bunnings, and came back to fix the heater and the replaced 3 globes in the kitchen area, for which I had to get the step ladder from the shed and dust it off. The down lights were tightly fitted so taking them off the ceilings meant dust and bits of plaster and wood splints came off so the vacuuming had to be re-done.
Meanwhile, Tress had started boiling some eggs – lots of eggs. Another member of the church would be celebrating his 80th birthday so we decided to make some red eggs – 80 of them! the eggs, lights, kitchen, heater, vacuuming, toilets were all done by almost 4pm. It was then time to cook – a couple of families were coming over for dinner.
Tress and I spent the next hour and a half hovering over the stove and the kitchen sink – together with ourselves, there were going to be 13 mouths to feed that night.
The families arrived around 6pm, and loads of food, wine and conversations later (interrupted by 60 minutes – approximately – of lights out to make the world a little greener for a little longer), they left close to 12am and we crashed into bed at almost 1am.
We were up by 7.30 the next morning – there was to be lunch after church and though we had prepared the “red eggs”, we thought not many would have known about the lunch (it was only announced during the camp the previous weekend so not everyone would have known about it) we decided to prepare another dish. I made sour cream potatoes with bacon and cheese – a perennial favourite with the younger people.
With all of that, we couldn’t possible wear another Sunday afternoon activity. There was a meeting after lunch to talk about home groups and by the time we got home close to 3pm, Tress needed a shut eye and a slight head massage. She was soon snoozing on the couch. I had the telly on for footy and soccer but shockingly, I too, drifted in and out of sleep.
United
I did however catch the highlight of United’s demolition job of Villa. I wonder if that match tells us Martin O’Neil is perhaps not quite the candidate to take over when Fergie is ready to call it a day. Or maybe it was the sheer brilliance of Ronaldo, Rooney and company.
Maybe not. I don’t think R&R could have been as devastating if there weren’t enough supporting acts from deeper back. The updated version of Pallister and Bruce must surely be a starting point in this respect. Ferdinand has been the subject of recent glowing tributes. His partnership with Vidic cannot be ignored. It provides the confidence for the marauding troops further afield. Also, Carrick and Scholes have shown not all of England’s woes are down to lack of technical and passing skills. Maybe they choose to save their best for United, and if so, they are even bigger heroes in my book.
3 points clear with 6 games to go. However these include visits to the Bridge and the Emirates. If United retains this one, it’d have shown what a true fighter Fergie is. Like Schmeichel said in an interview I saw over the weekend, Fergie wouldn’t be one of the best managers of all time, he would be the best manager of all time. Not for sheer technical or tactical brilliance, but as an overall package. Just like you once couldn’t imagine the L’fools without Bob Paisley, or Nottingham Forest without Brian Clough, it would be hard, years hence, to imagine United without Fergie. Sure – Best and Charlton and Busby still loom large as huge characters which defined United in a previous era but you cant think of United in the modern era without looking past Fergie.
Without him United would not have reclaimed its place as one of the foremost clubs in the world, if not the foremost. In the modern era, after the wilderness years of the 70s and 80s characters like Bryan Robson, Eric Cantona, Roy Keane and Ryan Giggs come and go but through them all you have Fergie recruiting, developing, cajoling and pushing them to consistently great heights (for the most part anyway) of entertaining football. The blood and thrust of Robbo and Keano and the skills and guile of Cantona and Giggs uphold the traditions of entertaining football fans all around the world. Now, Cristiano Ronaldo and Wayne Rooney take up that baton and will one day pass it on, probably with Fergie still in the dugout screaming, ranting and cheering his boys on. He can go on beyond the age of Bobby Robson if it was up to me.