Match Twenty-Two – Ipswich 2 – Middlesbrough 0
At one point, I thought I might miss this match.
But as luck would have it, I was on the 13:00 rather than the 13:30 train out of London, so the delay induced by signalling problems in the Shenfield area only meant I missed the first ten minutes or so of the match.
I’ll put in this quote from the Middlesbrough manager; Aitor Karanka, as it sums up what happened well.
Ipswich wanted it more than us. Murphy was first to the rebound for their first goal, Teddy Bishop at 18 years old was the best player on the pitch and Jay Tabb, at 5ft 5ins, scored with his head.
With a bit of luck, we’d have had a third, but a two-nil victory keeps us near the top of the Championship.
My Front Garden
I now have a front garden.
Note the berberis. People regularly sit on my front walls and drink rubbish beer and eat disgusting takeaways late at night. As none of it is gluten-free I worry about their helth.
Hopefully, a few pricks up the backside will make them think twice about their diet and they will sit somewhere else!
Am I Pedantic?
There is an old joke about surgeons operating on electrical engineers, saying they like doing it as everything is colour-coded. I did find a version of the joke here.
Five surgeons were taking a coffee break and were discussing their work.
The first said, “I think accountants are the easiest to operate on. You open them up and everything inside is numbered.”
The second said, “I think librarians are the easiest to operate on. You open them up and everything inside is in alphabetical order.”
The third said, “I like to operate on electricians. You open them up and everything inside is color-coded.”
The fourth one said, “I like to operate on lawyers. They’re heartless, spineless and gutless.”
The fifth surgeon says “I like engineers . They always understand when you have a few parts left over at the end.”
I sometimes can be very disorganised, but I’m also very pedantic. This morning, after sorting my washing, I had two socks left over; one blue and one red.
Two Odd Socks
I’d obviously put one red and one blue together whilst sorting them out.
I must be one of the only people I know, who would sort through the sock balls to find the other odd pair.
Luckily, they were only the third pair I checked.
So now I can sleep soundly, knowing that I don’t have two pairs of odd socks in the drawer.
The Anonymous Widower 