Despite the Leeds result, which, as of now, I will totally blank from my mind (in other words, it never happened) I had a really good weekend.

Claire came down from Walsall for her birthday. I managed to get away from work early to meet her in a very busy and cold centre of town.

As it was her birthday weekend, I thought it would be nice to do something different on Friday evening. So instead of a night in with a takeaway curry or defrosted pizza, we went out for a meal.

We then had the decision of where to go. After a lot of thought, it was mutually decided we would avoid going back into town (which would have been even busier and colder than earlier) and make the short trip to The Weston.

The Weston isn’t the place that I used to go with friends a few years ago. Gone are the pool tables; the football is no longer being shown; and the old alcoholic men who appeared to live at the bar have all disappeared (or died). It is now a lot more upmarket, and while I wouldn’t chose to go drinking there, it was a really nice place to take Claire for a meal.

Saturday, as always, is football. Bath City were at home to Maidenhead, so we only had to make the short walk to Twerton Park. The afternoon felt colder than the previous evening, and despite both dressing up like Eskimos, shivered for 2 hours. Luckily City won 1-0 – a victory that pleased both of us and kept the hyperthermia at bay.

Sunday. A boring and uneventful day spent cleaning my flat, getting the Christmas tree out the cupboard (yes, I am aware it’s still November) and washing my clothes, I didn’t get up to anything else. I hear there was a game of football involving Leeds, but I wouldn’t know anything about that…