WELL...

... the match tension is beginning to subside, although it'll be there again on Wednesday evening. WE however, will probably NOT be able to go to the game as the pups will just have come home after their surgery.
To be honest though, I actually don't care.
It's funny how a performance like that leaves you (well ME) feeling really down. I know I didn't actually watch it, but I could tell from the amount of verbal abuse coming from the living room AND the comments on footy mad that we must have been abysmal. So much for Chris Hughton's 'wounded animal' mentality, it would appear they were so badly wounded that putting them to sleep would have done them a kindness. (Or maybe someone already had.)
We're just waiting for James to turn up now. He's coming for his tea and will hopefully be able to stay for a while.
Tomorrow Charles is off to see his Mum and family in Preston and won't be back till Monday afternoon, so the pups had jolly well better behave themselves for me in his absence.
I called in at Heighley Gate this morning and got some toys that I hope the pups will be able to play with quietly when they are confined to their crates later this week. Hmmm, we'll see!