But first the table. There is a table that is taking on mythical proportions...a table that doesn't necessarily exist, a table that can actually be a number of tables.
King Arthur had his round table and now Rishi Sunak has his table. Rishi's table is featured quite a lot at the moment.
We are told by unions that he has brought nothing to it or that he is not prepared to sit round it or even come to it. Personally I can't understand why anyone could refuse to come to a table as ours at home often has food on it or jigsaws.
I can see the other threequarters telling her friends.
"I made some tea but Peter refused to go to the table. I said your tea's on the table and there it stayed because he just refused to sit round it. So he went hungry."
Of course I would never refuse to go to the table. But our Prime Minister - well he seems to refuse to get to any table. It could be his own table or that belonging to somebody else but he point blank apparently refuses to go there.
Perhaps he doesn't like the colour or the style or perhaps it's not big enough or he doesn't like the shape. Whatever it is we are told repeatedly that our Prime Minister wants to have nothing to do with either his own or anybody else's table.
I have included a picture of a table with this blog so that Mr Sunak will know one when he sees it and will be able to come to it, get round it or perhaps bring something to it.
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On Tuesday evening I felt like Michelin man as I set off for Norwich's latest match - this time at home to Birmingham.
It's so difficult with evening matches to know how to dress and, as we sit on the front row, we get no warmth from the crowd. Sometimes I put on too many layers of clothes and overheat when the evening doesn't turn out as cold as I feared. On other occasions I don't put on enough clothes and get very shivvery.
So it's a tough call. For this match I had four layers on and it was about right, although it did make me feel a bit tubby (no comments please).
On one occasion I had seven layers on. It was a particularly cold night. I found difficulty driving and just moving and by the time I got to the ground was out of breath thanks to the sheer weight of clothes. But at least I kept warm.
Anyway Norwich won 3-1. At 2-0 we should have been out of sight but then we let Birmingham back into the game.
One of our young players Marcelino Nunez scored twice including a spectacular out of the blue volley. He took the plaudits and was named man of the match. At the end of the game he came over to talk to people near us who had a Chilean flag. He comes from Chile and has played 14 times for his country.
He then proceeded to have selfies taken with all the people along our row. We were with our friend Gary and when he got to us Marcelino took hold of Gary's phone and took his own photo of us which I include in this blog.
The player was very excited and seemed to be genuinely pleased with his performance and wanted to share his joy with the crowd.
You can see from the photo that Gary hogged the limelight (ok it was his phone) but I managed to get into shot whilst you can only see the glasses of the other threequarters.
Tomorrow I will do an entire blog without mentioning football or music (I promise).