Not being able to go to Manchester this weekend is probably a bit of a blessing in disguise if I am honest. It has been snowing in this country (well up north more) pretty much every day since Sunday and I don’t relish getting the coach up there.
I don’t fancy the prospect of having to wait for roadside assistance in the snow when the coach breaks down in the middle of bloody nowhere.
I’m ill anyway I would not have been much fun to have to hear me coughing and spluttering all weekend. Apart from Saturday even when I would have crawled downstairs to watch the Millwall game in the hotel bar.