I don't feel like blogging tonight. Unusually, there's nothing much I have got to say.
Storm Babet has left South Yorkshire and the city is drying out. Those flood waters that spread across Endcliffe Park yesterday have drained back into The River Porter.
The congested headachey condition I have been experiencing for the last three days seems to be running its course now. I bought a lateral flow test this afternoon but after self-administering as instructed, I was relieved to see that the "test" line remained blank. I hadn't done one of those tests in over a year.
This evening, courtesy of our television, I watched the second semi-final of The Rugby Union World Cup from Paris, France. England put up a really good fight against the reigning world champions - South Africa and lost the match by a single point. Our lads were a tad unfortunate but good luck to South Africa in next weekend's final against New Zealand. It will, I am sure, be a great game.
I am pretty confident that I will have a grandson in the middle of the week ahead. The attached obstetrician in London has already indicated that he wants to speed the baby boy's birth along for reasons I don't fully understand. Meanwhile, up here in Sheffield, Frances and Stew's second child is fully cooked but presently showing no signs of wishing to emerge from my daughter's belly. Of course, in that baby's case the problem of the low platelet count continues to cause significant concern. My anxiety will only evaporate after the birth and mother and child are both declared to be well.
But as I said at first, I don't feel like blogging tonight.
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