So barely seven days since the Night of the Long Knives at Darlington, a night that ultimately sealed mine and Peter JacksonÃ¢ÂÂs fate at Lincoln City, the bitter aftermath is starting to rear its ugly head.
There have been threats, tears and posturing on both sides as events threaten to spiral out of control.
However IÃ¢ÂÂm sure the missus and I will resolve our differences shortly, and take that nice peaceful holiday we spoke so longingly about before the lawyers moved in!
Speaking of lawyers, you may or may not be interested to know (tough luck if youÃ¢ÂÂre not; it is, after all, MY blog) that practising law is an avenue IÃ¢ÂÂm seriously considering.
And not just to keep the grey matter at bay whilst in soccerÃ¢ÂÂs equivalent of Siberia, nor to simply increase my chances of winning an argument, any argument, with my Better Half.
It's something IÃ¢ÂÂve always had an interest in. IÃ¢ÂÂm making enquiries with a few colleges and universities and it could be circa 1985-1989 for Yours Truly all over again.
Naturally IÃ¢ÂÂll have to prepare well for this possible new role.
For a few days now, IÃ¢ÂÂve taken a less than dutiful approach to personal hygiene, espoused the principle of free love (on reflection, that might have been the Tipping Point with Better Half), and I even marched determinedly through the streets of Bristol yesterday with several other hardy souls joining the campaign for greater rights for someone called the Dull Lama (funny name, I thought).
Not wanting to seem uncommitted, I went further and by the end of the day IÃ¢ÂÂd acquired a traffic bollard, some dreadlocks (sort of!) and a dog on a string.
The revolution starts here, brothers and sisters, and IÃ¢ÂÂll be leader!
I mentioned all this to my daughter, whoÃ¢ÂÂs in her final year at university, and I could tell she was proud of me by the way she instantly burst into tears of joy, blubbering something about how Ã¢ÂÂsadÃ¢ÂÂ it was.
Ã¢ÂÂDonÃ¢ÂÂt worry love, IÃ¢ÂÂm on a roll now,Ã¢ÂÂ I told her, at which point she burst into tears again, bless her!
Meanwhile back in the real world, it was nice to see Lincoln win the very next game against Darlington last weekend.
Now I imagine you might think IÃ¢ÂÂd be saying that through gritted teeth in view of how things panned out, but nothing could be further from the truth.
I was pleased for Simon Clark Ã¢ÂÂ who took over and may well be in with a good chance of the job Ã¢ÂÂ but also the players, nearly all of whom we bought to the club and were merely lacking a little confidence after a couple of bad results.
No reason to think that they canÃ¢ÂÂt do well from here on in, that would be a small vindication of the work put in, bringing players into a club of financially solid, rather than spectacular, means.
Definitely a tougher call was following the weekendÃ¢ÂÂs results while out Ã¢ÂÂenjoyingÃ¢ÂÂ a shopping trip with my beloved (whoÃ¢ÂÂs now reading this over my shoulder!).
I realise IÃ¢ÂÂm in classic clichÃÂ© mode here, but IÃ¢ÂÂve done a complete about-turn from the days when as a player I and a few others would finish training and go into the town to shop, and look important and famous.
Nowadays I hate it with the same passion I love my beloved (sheÃ¢ÂÂs still reading!), and I say NO man should have to endure TK Maxx on a Saturday at kick-off time!
I recall an old manager of mine used to habitually refer to Saturdays as a Ã¢ÂÂmanÃ¢ÂÂs day.Ã¢ÂÂ
Well IÃ¢ÂÂve got news for him, it isnÃ¢ÂÂt anymore, unless men have all started cross-dressing on the weekends.
All the men I saw looked remarkably similar to me, wearing a look that spoke volumes of their private hell, and wishing they could be anywhere but here right now.
I felt for them until I realised I WAS them!
Feel for me, my fellow brothers in arms, as you perhaps walk to watch your team this weekend, Through the Wind and the Rain and with Hope in your Heart.
To continue the clichÃÂ© one more time, IÃ¢ÂÂll probably Walk AloneÃ¢ÂÂ¦ with shopping bags!
PS: I did make it a personal policy to leave the online forums for all of you to vent your anger/frustration/surprise etc. at my blog, and thatÃ¢ÂÂs more or less still the case.
However, I do keep an eye out and might I just thank those who have posted a comment or two, particularly the Lincoln fans of all shades of opinion, who have wished me luck for the future.
Sincere thanks to one and all.
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