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Yesterday was the usual pre-holiday rush to get things done. Then Friday evening football during which I played spectacularly badly. At one point, whilst winding up for a tricky left foot shot (always tricky), maybe brain just gave up and I fell over.
Home to pack ready for the 4:00 start. And absolutely no later. That's 4:00, wheels rolling.
At 4:20, we left. Made really good time and had breakfast at Porthleven.
Read on the sunny sand, watched the gig racing. Kept popping back to buy more time at the car park.
Later we were off to the small apartment in Falmouth. Good to be on holiday.