Saturday

I wake up late and feeling like shite. This is to be expected, though what is nice is that since K is off to Cardiff for the weekend she is up early to make me scrambled eggs on toast and give me a nice kiss goodbye. Lovely. When she leaves, I have barely the energy to contemplate anything other than collapsing on the sofa and gazing blankly at Sky Sports News.

Later I grab the external hard drive and plug it into the Xbox so I can, for no good reason other than I know that it's long, slow and quiet (and good), stick There Will Be Blood on. I get around an hour in before feeling distracted and actually dragging myself out of the front door towards Tesco to get the makings of a bit of lunch. The next part of the day, meaning the hours between 12.30 and 9.30, are spent alternately/concurrently watching Holland v Japan, Ghana v Australia and Denmark v Cameroon and playing Angry Birds on my iPhone. I learn two things from this endeavour: one, that watching three football games in a day can cause them to blur into one and render your field of vision mostly green; and two, that Angry Birds is literally impossible to stop playing. Just when you think it's bored you or that it's too difficult, you complete the level and have to carry on. It's pure, touchscreen evil.

When the football is all finally over and my iPhone battery has run out for the second time, I finish a couple of cans of beer and watch an episode of The Wire to soothe me to sleep.