Helen and the kids went up to Bowral today with Chris and Chris, essentially to see a kids movie The Pirates: Band of Misfits, but also to check out the Wade's new winery-of-choice. This left me a half day at home to my own devices.
So what did I do? I hear you ask. Well... I had a hard look at the bank account, and set up to pay our upcoming bills, and realised we are struggling a little again. Oh well, somehow we'll get out of it. I guess. I also cooked dinner - beef and vegetable casserole tonight, I'm guessing that won't be super popular.
Then it was time to watch some footy, the AFL was on from 1pm, but at 4pm was the A League Grand Final between Brisbane and Perth. And what a great game of soccer it was. Tough, tight, attacking. Seriously, when the game is played well, there is no reason soccer in this country should be in any trouble. 50,000 people squeezed into Suncorp Stadium, hanging on every move. The only shame abot the game was the rushed penalty given in the 97th minute in Brisbane's goal box, allowing Barisha to score the penalty that won the game 2-1 with 10 seconds left on the clock. The game deserved to go into extra time, and the penalty probably should not have been awarded.
Not that the Brisbane team or fans cared.
Roar Win A-League Grand Final
More drama with Josh and his (non) eating of his dinner tonight. I am now honestly looking forward to the day he is eating us out of house and home, because the 105 minutes he took tonight to eat a piece of potato, a pieve of carrot and a piece of beef, being cajoled, smacked and set to a corner constantly is wearing me down. I think I should stop giving him dinner. It's becoming a waste of time.