Saints thrashed by Chelsea

The weather seems much warmer now and a little drier.  The barometer is reading "Fair".  Sara is still feeling unwell with headaches  She left early to pick Mary up from her friends in north Salisbury and take her to cheerleading practice at the Godolphin School.  Thom and I left at around 12.15 p.m. to drive to Southampton to watch Saints take in Chelsea in the FA Cup.  Neither of us was expecting great things from this match and we weren't entirely surprised when Saints lost 1-5!  As with nearly every game we've played against top opposition, Saints scored first only to concede two goals towards the end of the first half. Saints played extremely well for 35 minutes or so but were pretty awful in the second half. Southampton also conceded a penalty which was expertly executed by Frank Lampard to cries of "We know what we are, Champions of Europe, we know what we are".  Still, it means that the team can now concentrate on the League without the distraction of cup ties.  This evening our niece and family came over and stayed with us for a couple of hours after which we watched an interesting programme on the life of St. Paul with David Suchet (Poirot) whom I know, from an edition of Desert Island Discs, became a Christian after reading Paul's letter to the Romans.