My Evening with Girona vs Alavés (Sort Of)
So, I planned to catch the Girona vs Alavés game the other night. Cleared my schedule, you know, told the family I was busy, important football business. My routine is pretty set for match nights. Get comfy, maybe grab a drink, definitely need some snacks.

Everything was going smoothly. Found the right channel, TV warmed up. Then I checked the snack situation. Disaster. Completely out of those cheese puffs I like. Can’t watch a game properly without the right fuel, right? Decided to make a quick dash to the little shop just around the corner. Figured I had plenty of time before kick-off.
The Quick Dash That Wasn’t
Zipped up my jacket, stepped outside. And who do I see? Old Mrs. Higgins from number 42, wrestling with her recycling bin. Naturally, I stopped to help. Thought it would take two minutes. Oh boy, was I wrong.
Once the bin was sorted, she started chatting. About her cat, Mittens, who apparently learned a new trick involving knocking things off shelves. Then about her nephew’s wedding plans – the drama with the bridesmaids’ dresses, you wouldn’t believe it. Then the rising cost of butter. I just stood there, nodding along. What else could I do? She’s lovely, but crikey, she can talk.
- First, the bin situation.
- Then Mittens the menace.
- Followed by wedding dress politics.
- Finally, the great butter debate.
I kept glancing at my watch, trying to be subtle. Fifteen minutes passed. Twenty. The kick-off time was looming. I eventually managed to politely excuse myself, saying something about needing to check my oven (I wasn’t even cooking anything).

Back to the Game… Eventually
Rushed into the shop, grabbed the cheese puffs – thankfully they had them – paid faster than lightning, and sprinted back home. Threw open the door, heart pounding a bit, not just from the run but from the stress of missing the start.
Flopped onto the sofa, ripped open the bag of puffs… and looked at the screen. Yep. Game was well underway. Think I caught the last ten minutes of the first half. Missed all the initial action, the team lineups, the whole pre-match buzz.
It’s funny how things work out. You plan for one thing, like settling in for Girona vs Alavés, and life throws you a curveball in the form of bin logistics and cat stories. Ended up enjoying the rest of the match, but that whole unexpected detour definitely changed the vibe of the evening. Just goes to show, even simple plans need buffer time, especially when neighbors are involved.