Last week I told you that one of my angels dropped by with some groceries. Because of everything that was going on at the time I wasn't able to fully appreciate and enjoy what she kindly brought. There was fruit and veg and coffee and bacon amoung other stuff. Now,... in my position meat isn't always easy to get. And bacon almost never. So this was a real treat.

While I have been on my own for the last 23 years, I have moved around a lot. I had to go where the jobs were. So I never really got to lay down any roots anywhere or form any real deep friendships. I basically just worked and kept to myself. But back then I had money to spare so it was easy keeping myself busy. I liked to walk. Hike really. I would jump in my car and drive to trails and spend a whole day hiking. I would go swimming,... To Port Stanley Beach,...  I would drive to the park and read. I never seemed to have these days of emptiness that I do now. 

One of the things I did do regularly though, was go the local pub every Saturday and watch football. We didn't have streaming back then so the English Premier League was only televised by a UK tv station. So the only way to catch games was to find a British Pub and they would usually play them via satellite. No matter what city I lived in (and I have lived in many) I always managed to make Saturday GAME DAY. And one of the traditions I had was while watching the games I would drink my tea and eat a bacon butty. Thats a sandwich to you non-Brits. I didn't realize at the time that I had created myself a tradition but I had. Since I fell onto hard times I can no longer afford that Saturday pub tradition. So I haven't done this in years.

Fast forward to today. This lovely angel friend of mine had brought me bacon. And today is Saturday. Game day. So I made myself a bacon/maple syrup butty (don't knock it untill you try it) and I sat and watched Arsenal crush Sheffield United 5-0. And it brought back such nice memories of the days I used to go out and enjoy game day with friends. It made me smile. Something I don't really do a lot of anymore. 

So thank you T****a,... my angel,... for a lovely memory I didn't even realize I missed.