Dominik Szoboszlai, take a bow

Slept well again, and am almost pain-free in my back. Ottawacker Jr. seems to be no better but no worse. He still manages the table tennis and all the other things in life, but says he is in pain when he moves in a certain direction. This ruled out his football today.
 
Watched the Liverpool vs. Arsenal match, which was crap. Liverpool won 1-0, thanks to a superb free kick from Dominik Szoboszlai, who is currently playing at right back and might actually be the best right back in the club, even though he isn’t a right back really. Does that make any sense? In any case, he was great there – much better than he is in his regular position. He’s like me though. I was a right back to start with and was pretty good – then I thought I could be a better player in midfield, so I pushed myself for a midfield position, which I got. At least for a while. I thought I was the dog’s bollocks – most other people used a similar description, just removing the canine part. Anyway, back to reality. The game was hopelessly dull – as they often are when two teams are about as good as each other and are a little more scared of losing than they are driven to win. It picked up a bit in the second half and the end and the ending were fine, but by then I was thinking about doing some photo editing.
 
Mrs. Ottawacker took Ottawacker Jr. to Ikea for (a) a new lamp and (b) an opportunity to visit the food court they have there. She also dragged him to Value Village. This suited me fine as I hate Ikea, have done my Value Village penance, and meant that I could scream obscenities at Chris Kavanagh, today’s hopeless referee, without having to watch my tongue. The neighbours are still away, so I could also do it without fear of being heard.
 
In the p.m., I went with Ottawacker Jr. to Indigo, our local bookstore, and helped him endure his current Gordon Korman passion. He was less enthused by my “is that a chicken Korman or a lamb Korman” jokes, which I liked so much that I made several times. Day 4 of the soup diet; this means I gorge on bananas and skimmed milk. Not sure I see the point of it; the job is done, I don’t want any sweets or drink, so I may just start on my revised life now. Especially as there is a steak out for other people’s dinners.  
 
Blip is of Tui bathed in natural sunlight halo as she scopes out the outside world.