And yet other days are filled to the brim. Perhaps we need unremarkable days to appreciate the days that are filled with happenings. The full days.
Saturday was a full day for me. Frances and her fiancee Stew were back up from London. After a shower and tea and toast, Stew and I clambered into Clint's cockpit and headed to East Yorkshire. Stew supports Sheffield Wednesday and of course I support Hull City. They were playing each other in the English Championship. Kick off was at 3pm.
Clint discharged us at the "park and ride" facility in Hessle and we headed to the KCom Stadium on a public bus. However, before walking through West Park to the football ground we popped into a little Polish cafe. There we met my old friend Tony and one of his former NHS nursing colleagues - Karl.
|Jarrod Bowen scored two of Hull City's goals|
Stew and I ordered the "British Breakfast" with mugs of tea. £8 in total. Then we all trooped off to see the match. I could bore you with the fine details of this game but it is sufficient to say that The Tigers whupped Sheffield's Owls by three goals to nil. Stew was close to tears but luckily I had a clean handkerchief.
Then back to Clint on a full football bus and soon we were on the A63 heading back to Sheffield.
Once home the four of us sat down to a delicious Irish stew that Shirley had prepared in my absence and when this was consumed we asked Clint to take us to the city centre. "Not more driving!" he said. "I'm not a ruddy taxi you know!"
We parked near The City Hall and headed to the rear of that magnificent public edifice where the entrance to the smaller Memorial Hall is located. We had tickets for The Last Laugh Comedy Club and before too long the rotund host - Toby Foster from Radio Sheffield was on stage.
|Jonny Awsum was awesome|
There were three acts - Jamie Sutherland, Craig Murray and the headliner - Jonny Awsum. Each one of them provided us with belly laughs as we sat at the front of the balcony sipping beer between bouts of mirth.
Afterwards we climbed in our reluctant taxi - Clint. We headed homeward - but only to drop Frances and Stew off. After all, the night was still young and Shirley and I had a birthday party to attend in the neighbouring suburb of Nether Edge. Our friend Moira had reached the grand old age of sixty one and it would have been a shame not to pop into her house party for an hour.
And so, that was Saturday. As I began by saying, some days are unremarkable, even empty but others are filled to the brim. By the way, the comedy show tickets were a welcome Christmas present.