May 17th (Sat)

No A today, as P has taken her off to Oxford to sit her theory test. It's at 8:30, so when the phone hasn't rung by 9:30 I fear the worst. I text P. The worst i confirmed.She passed the hard bit, the hp, but flunked the theory.
Try to watch cricket, but every time it looks as though the newly reinstated winter is ready to relent, the clouds roll over or the drizzle returns. There's almost no play.
D day for the Wanderers. Play off semi second leg at Stockport. I forget about it and when I turn on we're 6 minutes in. By seven minutes we're 1 down. Just the time to remember that this is the ground we went down 6-0 in December. After a dismal first half, the Blues (in red) come storming back, piling on the pressure and creating a few half decent chances. No one is sharp enough to bury one though, and the prospect of a day out at Wembley is denied us.
Off to P's in the evening. Much cruel ribbing of A's test attempt (in her absence) and the usual barrage of unsolicited info from B. A good evening, but on reflection I made no effort at all to converse with anyone new, and there were a sprinkling of new faces there amongst the predictable regulars.