As the final part of the ongoing and intentionally excessive celebrations of Mel’s birthday, we went to see the show ‘Beautiful’ on Saturday night. With Mel’s twin sister who shares the same birthday. What are the odds? And a few other selected brothers and sisters and in-laws.

Its simply brilliant. The show. Ok, and the birthday. The story of Carole King. Songwriter extraordinaire, singer and pregnant teeny (I never knew that; wasn’t relevant listening to ‘Tapestry’, back in the day). So the starting point is fantastic music. But the show is spectacular. The whole production. Very funny, very up-beat and performed brilliantly. And those songs, so many fantastic songs.

So to continue with the weekend theme of ‘beautiful’, I went to Spurs yesterday. After playing some seriously beautiful tennis in the morning with Spurs Paul. Who, as the name would imply, also went to see Spurs.

But he probably left early enough, or avoided the 3-way temporary traffic light in Muswell Hill and arrived at the ground on time. We were 1 minute late. And thus missed the opening goal. Which Harry Kane scored after 44 seconds. Or Kyle Walker scored after 44 seconds but Harry claimed it anyway. Either way it was the goal that counted. And although I missed it, I was very happy. Because it was our goal. Its like they’re saying to me; “look, I’m sorry about the traffic (and the stop at the sweet shop; but that’s compulsory) but we just can’t hang around waiting for you to pitch up, we need to score goals quickly and we did.”

It wasn’t so much a ‘match’ as an exhibition. It was very one-sided. Thus lacked the drama of an ‘end-to-end battle’. But when the end that’s missing contains your team’s goal, that’s forgivable. When Harry scored again 15 minutes later the game was effectively over. Other than some wonderful attacking play by Spurs and some staunch defending by Bournemouth who’d parked their bus early and had no intention of moving it.

Yet at 2-0 down Eddie Howe is sufficiently astute to work out you have to come out of your own box and make an effort. So in the second half Bournemouth looked much better, more intent on attacking, more Bournemouth really. But inevitably left themselves open for the break. Which Spurs capitalised on wonderfully.

We were fast, we were accurate and we press teams like (currently) no other. I love this team. Its almost perfect. Eric Lamela remains the question he’s been since he arrived, and although he can be frustrating to point where murder becomes a viable option, he can also be quite sublime.

What a weekend. The best presents Mel could wish for. Beautiful and 3 points. Life can get no better. Though if Leicester had maybe dropped some points? For Mel? On her fucking birthday?? Is that too much to ask?

Very happy Monday

A xxxx