Another defeat…

Monday morning and I can’t get over the fact that Juventus have suffered another defeat, this time to Sampdoria. 1-0, courtesy to a goal by boy wonder Antonio Cassano…

This defeat comes after the humiliation of losing 4-1 away to Fulham at Craven Cottage in London. A goal allowed to stand after a foul on Fabio Cannavaro, then the same player being sent off for clattering into an English defender. Both decisions were extremely harsh on Juve, but as usual, the referee’s decision is final.

Ah well, now down into sixth place…and this is an all-time low for the club.

A near perfect weekend pt.1

A near-perfect weekend. I

Things have conspired to make these last few days nearly perfect. Were it not for the fact that Juventus failed to win against relegation strugglers Siena after being 3-0 up, it would have been unrivalled, for this year at least.

Actually the weekend really started two days earlier than usual for us. Thursday was, naturally, my dear wife’s birthday. We celebrated in a bit of style, by taking the day off (including the kids!) and spending it up the northern side of the island.

Despite my grumblings about this country, I must say that these few months preceding summer are simply beautiful here in Malta. A cacophany of colour, unspoiled by the heat and the multitudes of tourists who flock our country come July.

Our first stop was at the Jardinland flower nursery, where we stocked up on plants and flowers. While the girls were busy emptying my credit card, I was engrossed taking unusual pictures of the profusion of plants on display.

I think we must have spent at least a couple of hours at that centre. So peaceful and tranquil. As I grow older I find that I crave quiet
places more and more.

Then it was off to Alloglio up the road at Ghajn Tuffieha for a slap-up meal that we really enjoyed. The food was relatively cheap, but I must say I was dismayed at the prices we were charged for drinks. You might say ‘Well…wines and spirits are quite costly’… but when you consider that our drinks consisted of four soft-drinks….

Thirteen Euros for 2 Pepsi, a Kinnie and a Fanta is not expensive. It’s daylight robbery. Right there and then I decided I would leave no tips for the waiters. I’m sorry, but when you charge me that much, I must draw the line somewhere. And the line invariably fell on the extras.

Anyway, after that we went down for a romp on the beach, and I must say that we really enjoyed ourselves. It was sunny, but cold, and of course, extremely windy.

We arrived home quite late, and naturally, were bone tired. But there was no time to rest since Rox had lessons at the Youth Centre, while Rachel had Maltese lessons at her private tutor’s house.

Friday went by in a whirlwind as the ‘bridge’ between Thursday and Saturday. I must point out that I was however in extreme pain. My back had been hurting since Wednesday evening, persisting all through the next day when I gritted my teeth, so as not spoil the day for Jack. I guess she must have noticed though…there’s not much she misses.

So Friday, after a relatively quiet day at work, it was straight to bed for a rest. I woke up feeling only lightly refreshed at around half-seven. I had to refrain from going to the pool on Friday, as the drive was too prohibitive for me to do. I don’t have to mention the fact that after waking up at that late hour, sleep was hard in coming by. So it was only at half-past one in the morning that I managed to drift away. Of course, all my friends know that by 5.30am I am always out of bed, whatever the day. This bugs me, and I long to have at least one day in which I can oversleep. I can’t imagine how my friends do it… managing to sleep up to ten or even noon on the weekends…..

Rain Rain, go away, it’s too wet!

As I sit in my office, the weather doesn’t look too bad. Well, I can’t see if it’s raining or not since there is a notable absence of decent light in this office. Back when I was in R&D, I sat directly opposite sprawling fields, gaudily decked with colour and flowers.

One could relax during the break even just by sitting in the office and looking out. But now…now I am on the shop-floor, with a view of the production area and a narrow-ish passageway at the back, where the pitifully small parking lane is.

But on my way here it was incredibly bad. Rain lashed my (now wonderfully clean) car, and the wind has not dropped below Force8. Needless to say, the night was really noisy.

Ah well…got to get on with work, looking forward to a day of study and sorting out a bit of stuff…

OK! Done.

All right! It works! Just ported my blogger account across to WordPress, and then enable mail blogging to make sure that I can write down my thoughts without even going into the WordPress page. What is easier than sending a mail with your writing?

More to come from me.

Setting up on WordPress.

Recently, despite loving my blog, I have been told by a good amount of people that the design looks so old and dated. Unfortunately there is not much choice on offer. So I have tried transferring to WordPress.
This is a big move, and might not be appreciated…but what the heck… I’ll take the chance!