In on my own again this afternoon, I stick the Grand Prix on and have some lunch. Around halfway through, Alex pops round and we rig up the laptop to watch the Arsenal game at the same time. Watching two sports on two screen simultaneously is tricky, and confusing, especially when the commentary for the football is in Romanian and soundtracked by the wails of Formula One cars. At one point, I'm certain that Alex Song is the favourite for the driver's championship and Fernando Alonso swings in a decent cross on lap 43.
What actually happens is that Sebastien Vettel leads from the start and takes advantage of Alonso getting bogged down in traffic to win the driver's championship - meaning a maiden title for Red Bull and a double title at that. It's not the most dramatic result, but it's better than Alonso winning man I just can't bring myself to like.
While we fiddle around with the computer again to try and get a feed for Chelsea v Sunderland, Alex and I get to work baking a ginger cake for when the others return. In the end I'm glad my attention is elsewhere, as Sunderland manage the unthinkable and win 3-0 at Stamford Bridge to thoroughly ruin my afternoon. No matter - defeats happen - and my mood is soon lifted when K begins working on dinner, a Mexican feast fit for several Mexican kings.
K, Ellie, Alex and I get stuck into the fajitas while watching The X Factor (damn it, I'm hooked til the end now) and drinking some really very nice red wine from Tesco. Football results aside, it's been a pretty lovely Sunday by bedtime.
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