Summer’s Come Early

Summer’s Come Early
Image: Gordana Adamovic-Mladenovic

Not a good day to be a Scotland rugby fan, but the defeat to England at Twickenham wasn’t exactly unexpected. This year’s Six Nations Chamionship ended as bad as it could do for us losing in the Calcutta Cup.

I didn’t decide until late on I was going to watch the game because I almost made the decision to go to Hamilton to watch St.Mirren play at New Douglas Park in a vital league match. In the end I never went, and despite it ending goalless I had a good day otherwise.

I had a lazy start to the day, getting up late and enjoying some fresh coffee and a bagel. No trip up town – after the last week and couple of weekends away I was glad to make the best of the fact there would be no father-in-law present over the course of the weekend. Sometimes it’s just good to stay home.

With the bunnies out in the garden and enjoying the glorious sunshine of a spring full of promise – I tell a lie, it was more like summer – I cleaned the top floor of the house and got my office back into a respectable fashion. Then it was down to work with the radio on in the background (for the St.Mirren game) and the TV on in the bedroom (for the rugby). Multimedia me.

Next month’s newsletter is now almost complete, I just need a free poem to include and any other updates that might come in regarding Stella. I’m still waiting for a date but it can’t be that far off given the speed everything else has moved at.

I’ve got new front page splash for my website: take a peek here.

I got back to work on Greened is the Grass and saw to tying up my Scotland’s Treasure column for April’s issue of The Scruffy Dog Review.

In the evening I prepared a delicious and over-filling lasagne before settling down to watch a film.

A good day.

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About Colin Galbraith

Thriller author, music fan, St Mirren fan, fluff chucker, rabbit tamer, outstanding fake faller. Loves cannoli.
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