What a relief

I have to admit that whenever my boys play I die a little.
But credit where credit is due England played well last night. Well at least I think they did. They won 3-0. Can't do better than win.
I dare say pundits will moan about this that and the other but they walked off the Wembley turf with a good score tucked in their shin pads.
So well done Roy and the boys, have a little sit down and look forward to next Wednesday.
I know I will.

On the home front....
Took mother out this morning. And have since spent the rest of the day lifting her, putting her down, finding things, wiping spills and feeding her.
We also moved her bed.

After giving her feet the once over in a plug-in pedicure spa type gizmo Hairy Suit and I ran away to Four Seasons garden centre and Mr Horsehound escaped to the top of the hill to play with his new radio. Ham radio being his thing.And, as I await his return, I'll watch Andy Murray at Roland Garros with mum who, in turns is either sombre or barking out orders, Life at the bungalow is rarely dreary...
By the way Hairy Suit is tenderly planting courgettes.