Yes. Self inflicted.
I woke up properly at 6am and watched it til the last hole was played.
At 9am, I took Harley out to play and requested a coffee from Adoring Husband so he went for a drive and returned with our Sunday morning caffeine injection.
I made myself a prawn omelette for breakfast, which was delicious, but a couple of hours later, my belly objected strongly. My body simply doesn’t like eggs and it’s about time I accepted that fact.
My first choice for the day was to watch a Netflix movie called “Unsung Hero” which was based on a true story about the singer Rebecca St James and her family. It was a decent movie. A bit slow to get going, but a nice ending.
Most of the afternoon was spent in bed watching the football and nursing my sore belly.
I made a huge batch of spaghetti bolognese sauce to feed the team tonight and to freeze for a future five nights.
I watched The Voice tonight and I’m ready to sleep because I want to wake up at 3am to watch the final round of the golf.
Also, the US Open tennis starts tonight, but the only match that I’m keen to watch on day one is Djokovic and it starts at 9am, so that’s handy.
Nite all.
