What a difference a day makes

There I was on Saturday evening feeling really low. How could I get so depressed over the result of a football match? Arrrgh! Oh God it was bad. I needed to get away. As darkness fell I scoured the 'Internets', searching for an escape...

Sunday evening, 300 or so miles away from White Hart Pain. I was in Falmouth. Sunshine glimmering across the blue water of the natural harbour. A Cornish '99', a stroll along the beach, then Pollock & Chips washed down with a bottle of 'Doom Bar'. Sublime. Depression passed, weather fine, outlook good (until the next home game at least).