Five More Days Of Tension
With my radio hat on I ought to be grateful that the SPL season is concluding in such a dramatic fashion. It means listeners stick with us until the very last kick of the ball. If you like football then that's all very exciting.
But if you're a fan of a team battling it out for the championship or, as in my case, , then the tension can be almost unbearable. Saturday can't come soon enough...or rather, I hope it doesn't come too soon. Oh, I don't know what I mean. Leave me alone.
At home, the Zed family (with the exception of our perfectly sensible daughter) are nervous wrecks. Yesterday we had to get out of the house and seek the calming influence of the Highland scenery. We drove through the Black Isle, across the Cromarty Firth and were well on the way to Wick before we decided we'd better get out of the car and do some walking.
I have no idea where we were, but we found a little bridge and a well-trodden path through some hills. After thirty minutes I asked Mrs Zed if we should start heading home.
"Do you think we should go down now?" I asked.
"No, " she replied, "We don't deserve that. Butcher has done a great job and the players have shown real committment."
"I was talking about the hill." I said.
"Oh."
Meanwhile...here are some relaxing images. And...breathe.
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