I couldn't sleep but I didn't watch the game...

...so, I must be old already.

 In my younger days, when I was still a young married man, my wife had to be contended with me waking up at 2.30am to watch the football games beamed down by satellite from Europe, in which my television will switch on automatically. Though she can sleep through an earthquake, she did not count on me getting excited when my team score and shouting each time they missed the goal. Especially if they missed the goal.

So, last night, there was a game in which the team I am supporting, Arsenal football club played against a Spanish opponent. I was awaken a few times as my cats were restless and went in and out the house, via our bathroom window, in which we do not let open and they keep scratching to go out and come in. 

12am, one went out...

2.30am, one came back and another went out...

4am, one came back...

5am, another went out...

5.34am, I woke up realising the game has finished and I did not even glance at the television to see the score...

I am showing my age...