When I began this blog all those years ago, my football club had just become extremely rich. Manchester City went from being skint to being able to afford to the best players virtually overnight.
Since my last blog about City, we have won the FA Cup, lost in the final too. Won the League Cup and the icing of course was to win the Premier League, not once, but twice.
I went to two FA Cup semi finals and the losing final at Wembley, plus the League Cup Final win over Liverpool and was present at that wonderful title decider in 2012.
Following the blues had always been fun. We had some great away days back in the 70's and 80's. I've got some excellent memories, certain ones stick out. The trip to Grimsby back in 83 or 84, when I refused to drive one of the two van's the lad's had hired. I knew it would be carnage, so I went on my own on the football special, those were the days, football specials!!! Anyway, as I got off the train in Cleethorpes I spotted some of the lad's staggering about. When they saw me, they were begging me to drive back and then they told me how they had crashed both van's on the way down, into each other!!! Again I refused and had a nice train journey home.
We'd been to one away game, Wimbledon I think. We stopped at the services and I sat on the coach watching the goings on outside. One of City's then stars, Mick McCarthy, was sat with some friends eating in the service station, the lads spotted him and promptly did a conga around  his table. Mick wasn't amused and let the lad's know. They all trundled outside and mooned at Mick and his friend's through the window. A few months later we were away at Leeds and one of the lad's shouted out to Mick as he came over to take a throw in, "Hey Mick, remember the services after (whatever game it was)?" He chuckled as he grabbed the ball.

Just thought I would pop in again and make an update and maybe, just maybe I can make more an effort with this blog. Don't hold your breath though.

The fostering is now a distant, bad memory and we moved on. Yvonne at the airport, still full time and me still at Stepan. I'm 62 next month and Yvonne is 60 in February next year, so we are getting and feeling bloody old.
Can either of us retire early? NO!!! is the bloody answer to that. Mortgaged up to retirement.
The best we can hope for at the moment is Yvonne cutting her hours when she hits 60, but we'll have to see.
Unless I can make Betfair pay. Had a go at trading on the horse racing markets, but my indiscipline and at times stupid greed has held me back.
Trading? That's when you place money on a horse, or maybe more than one horse, to either win, backing it, or to lose, laying it and then when the odds change, you pocket the difference. Sounds easy doesn't it? It's not.
Anyway, more of that hopefully in the future.

For now, get tonights night shift out of the way, finish at 7 in the morning and then we are off to Athens for 5 nights.

Catch you later