Yesterday morning saw My Good Self up and about at the relatively late hour of 8.30.

Barry’s Tea in hand, accompanied by Spars finest Jaffa Cakes, I tuned in to The Rugby Extravaganza to see how Our Welsh Cousins (OWC) were coping with The Flamboyant French (TFF)

Half time and it was France 19 Wales 10. Clearly TFF had had some very tasty baguettes and cheese for breakfast.

Soon into the second half and TFF are down to 14 men courtesy of a most unappetising French elbow delivered to a Welsh chin. Tut, tut, tut. TFF hold on for dear life but ultimately their hearts are undone and Our Welsh Cousins advance.

The last quarter final saw The Samurai Men (Japan) take on The Boks (Springboks – South Africa).

Kick off and first blood to The Boks, over for a try in the corner. The Samurai Men get on the scoreboard with a penalty. Haif time South Africa 5 Japan 3. Low scoring but all to play for.

Second Half and The Boks stretch their lead. The Samurai Men look like they need A Bit Of Sushi And Sake to get them going again. Alas it is not to be. Final gong and it’s South Africa 26 Japan 3.

Lunchtime saw My Good Self hook up with The Kilkenny Lady for A Little Bit Of Sustinance (a bite to eat) in My Local Michelin Star Cafe.

I opt for the very tasty chicken skewers in sweet chili sauce with rice. The Kilkenny Lady goes for the Beef & Guinness Pie.

Later in the afternoon and it’s The Boys From Anfield (TBFA-Liverpool) up against The Red Devils (Manchester United).

TBFA last won the league title in season 1989-90. It’s been a long 30 years.

They have made a great start to the current season winning their opening eight games. Only 28 more wins and it’s theirs.

Kick off and it’s nip and tuck. United then go one up. Half time and it’s still 1-0 to The Old Trafford Lads. The ‘Pool are up against it. Can they do it? TBFA huff and puff in the second half and eventually they blow the United house down and get an equaliser. 1-1. Scores are still tied come the final whistle. Honours even.

29 games left. 27 wins and one draw still required to guarantee The Laurel Wreath.

But hey, who’s counting?

Evening time and I hear the call from The Great Institution of Chatham Street. I venture forth across town, paying homage to The Brill Buskers Of Grafton Street as I go. I shimmy to the right at Dunnes Stores, then make a smooth left-right-left combination and I arrive at My Preferred Barstool.

All is well.

The Single Figure Slugger is The Good Guy Behind The Bar this Sunday evening. In his day a very fine operator when it comes to Strolling The Fairways (playing golf), he is my Go-To Man on such matters.

Later, the evening concludes when I return to My Official Residence and catch a little bit of Peaky Blinders on Netflix.

At this point in proceedings it is almost time to Hit The Hay. And before I have time to say ‘I’ll take The Fabulous Fair City (Dublin) over Birmingham any day of the week’, I am Covered In Hay And Lost To The World (asleep).

It was a busy old day.