I made my refereeing debut today ...

... but here is not the place to talk about it. It was just one of those days. Even the batteries in my new watch went flat.

The observer was quite friendly and helpful though - he made the point that I did well to turn my back and walk away from the inevitable moaning and criticism.
"How were you able to do that?" he asked. "Have you refereed before?"
"No" I replied "but I have been married".
He noticed that Caliburn was parked right near the gate with the nose pointing outwards.
"Ready for a quick getaway" I explained.
"Aren't you worried that someone might heave a brick through your window?" he asked
"Bricks haven't been discovered yet in the Combrailles" I explained. "We're still struggling to come to terms with the Stone Age".

So I went round to Terry and Liz's to give them their printer, and they very kindly fed me, which was nice of them. It was nice to see some friendly faces, but then I said that when I met the guys that I knew in Pontaumur. It's amazing how quickly things can change.

I spoke to Bernard, the President of Pionsat Football Club, on the phone afterwards and told him about the game. He reckons that I ought to focus on the positives. He said he would have a word with the observer and call me back. "Focus on the positives" - well, it didn't take us long.

There are many ways of earning a living than standing in the middle of a field while 100 people hurl abuse at you, but I wish I knew what they were. Craig Bellamy complained about the abuse that he received at West Ham a year or so ago. He's on about £50,000 a week at least. How would he like to do it for just €28, travelling expenses and a free shower?

I've been poncing today...

.. and I've got most of the walls pretty smooth but there's still a little bit to do where I had to do some patching.

Once I'd done the patching though I started to sweep out the room and almost dropped a ton of rubbish and dust onto the top of Claude's head - he'd popped round to inspect the work. We had a long natter about this and that - he's got to go back to hospital in a few weeks time for a check-up. What with all of the walking that he does these days I told him it was his 6000-mile service.

This afternoon I had a really weird phone call. It was from some woman - I forget her name, not that it meant anything to me as I don't know her anyway - who lives in Les Coursieres, a hamlet about 2km away from here. Apparently she is buying some furniture from Germany mail-order and they have asked her for her e-mail address. She doesn't have one so she wants to know if she can have mine to give them!!!! I dunno why it is but my fame seems to be spreading around here just now.

Once I disposed of that I started on the wallpapering. I've done about a third of it and tomorrow morning, after finishing the poncing, I'll do the rest. But it's looking much more like a home now.

In other news, on Tuesday Terry and I were discussing football and how all of the fun seems to have gone out of it. We said that even the hurling of abuse at opposition footballers seems to have gone out of the window and that there would soon be nothing left to go to the matches for. Of course, what with truth being stranger than fiction, no sooner do we discuss it than there is a news article about it. Football as an interactive spectator sport is dying, more's the pity. All I can say is that I will stand in the centre of any football stadium you care to name for 90 minutes every Saturday and let 50,000 football fans say whatever they like about me and my family, for just a quarter of the money that Craig Bellamy gets, the big wimp.