Ok.
England v. Montenegro. Abroad. Tonight 20:00
Sky have it.
So being Skyless I'll listen to it on the radio. Whilst eating Chilli. Surely a case for indigestion? No I eat slow, especially when bent over a radio.
I'm wondering if Rooney will behave. Worrying about Bad Dads can sometimes affect a kid's behaviour.
At any rate, as usual, I'll metaphorically be on the pitch, with the lads, sliding and diving...doing the Dance of Fear...
We only need a point. A draw would suffice. But being seen playing like a bunch of cowardly custards will do major damage to our standing John.
If the Boys from Montenegro humiliate us by scoring/playing well I'll never be the same fan/woman again. I mean, come on, Montenegro.
In other news...
Up since before the cock crowed...London here I come. Again. In my bag...Furniture polish, Kalanchoe (plant), muffins and elastic.
Now I must fly I have stuff to do...before the train ride, before the mother/daughter chattering and before My England plays...
Wish it night time....
3 comments:
Dearheart you are and good a dutiful daughter your rewards will be great xx
Hmmm up at 4:30.I was writing a report then for a member of staff. Trying to justify his application for annual leave next July to celebrate his first wedding aniversary with his new wife. The senior managemnet team are a heartless bunch of B*$+*&$
Blue xx
Let's hope the senior management team grow a new heart if/when you get hitched. Dear.
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