I was gearing up for Saturday. Mainly to see if last week was one of those out of body experience flukes or perhaps the start of a surge of consistency.
Will have to wait for another week at least. There is a staffing crisis at work and the boss has asked me to produce the international programmes on Saturday and Sunday rather than my usual jaunt on sport.
Since she was preparing the Christmas schedules when someone called in sick I thought it the better part of self-interest to say yes to her request.
But at what cost to my footballing soul?
I was going to console myself with tennis on Friday but my tennis partner has an ailing child and the boy here is suffering. So the whole end of week sports fest seems to be going down the tubes.
Looks like I'll be dipping into the Beaujolais nouveau with a vengeance this weekend to drown my sorrows rather than celebrate great sporting feats.