First of all thanks to the Duchess for her heartfelt comment on last night's poem. Her sweet words were just what I needed first thing this morning. My night time poems send me off to sleep better than anything, and I hope they do the same for my readers.
Now back to reality.
England v Croatia
World Cup Qualifier
8pm
Maksimir Stadium, Zagreb
England are playing Croatia today just in case you skipped the first bit, and as usual I'm in a tizz. And I can't bear to think what will occur if we lose to the Croats. I know what I'll do, I'll still wear my cheap England shirt and drool over Beckham's legs, after all he may not be as nifty as he once was, but he still looks quite nice. And he wears nice scarves, just like me...
Forgive me for indulging in a girly moment, it'll soon blow over because I'm off to Sainsbury's and traipsing around Sainsbury's doesn't make me feel girly AT ALL!
I feel more like a violent old cleaner who has ants in her pants. I see a post coming up about what makes me feel 'girly'...
So on the agenda today:
Football because I love it
Trolley pushing because I have to
Willing England to victory and glory because I can't help it
Tea and crumpets because it's very English
Vacuuming Monty's head because he's a disgrace
Spaghetti Bolognaise but not piled up like a hill, that's just greedy
Blackcurrant Jelly because I like to smack it
Thank you.
