A light lunch in preparation for the game against Chelsea, probably ham salad. Watch the match, probably with the BBC live feed open in a side window to see the excitement of the relegation battle.
Big dinner tonight with plenty of red wine to celebrate another season survived. When I told mrs rithchie is was the last game of the season, she said, "Thank goodness for that, I can stop pretending to be interested." I was tempted to say that she doesn't understand, but managed to stop myself.