Dad came round and inspected the garage shelves again. Pointed out one fixing he would have placed differently, after I'd shown him the new arrangement and explained what it carried. I said it wasn't going anywhere, which it isn't, then spent the evening considering moving the fixing. Annoying because he'd also said the garage looked good and offered me some timber, so it wasn't exactly a hostile visit. Still wanted him to leave one thing alone for once. Sent him a picture later of the cat sitting on the shelf in question. He replied that at least somebody was using all that engineering.

Reached behind the passenger seat for my football bag and got the usual tight feeling through the right shoulder, which apparently has a maximum operating angle. Fine going forwards, less keen on the other direction. At five a side it loosened up while I was warming up and I forgot about it until we finished. Mostly noticed how hot I was, despite having contributed very little to the score. Knee clicked getting into the car but wasn't swollen. Went home starving and ate standing at the kitchen counter, still in my kit. Fiancée asked why I couldn't sit down like a normal person. No technical explanation available.

Trying to sort the wedding table plan before we have the final replies, which my fiancée says is why I'm getting nowhere. I reckon the layout can still be worked out provisionally, except every provisional relative seems to take somebody else with them when moved. There's one table that works perfectly until you remember two of the people don't speak. I asked whether they could not speak for the duration of a meal and was told that wasn't helpful. Fair point, but neither is leaving a gap and hoping. I've put the names on separate bits of paper now. At least nobody can accuse the spreadsheet of being the problem.