ENGLAND V NORWAY

I said England v Norway...X

My whole day is planned around tonight's MUST/SHOULD/ HAVE TO WIN GAME.
I'm already in me shorts and waving a miniature England Kit about. No brekkie just enthusiasm.

What to cook though? For tonight's pre-match tea...That's the thing matey.
Probably do a quick tuna penne thing with plenty of corn, tomatoes and green stuff on the sidelines.
Pud?
Lemon cake with ice cream.
Then settee bound for the highlight of my week, KICK-OFF!



Now I must fly but one final thought...

If I could be anywhere, other than here right now, I'd be with Roy.

Monday in shades of lavender

.....Sunlight on the grass as I sat serenely on the back step potting up ten lavender plants.
Monty goofed as a spot of compost fell on his head. Silly boy.

I've placed the green plant pots in and around a few flowering shrubs and by carefully placing one of the pots next to the apple tree I managed to cover a hard crack in the dried up soil.
Something saddens me about dryness.
Which.... led me to fill three watering cans with water from the Water Butt so as to refresh the new baby plants and ease the pain of scorched earth.
My empathy has no bounds.

Had a quick natter with mum about potatoes, Saturday's Eurovision Song Contest and England's warm-up match with Norway...Heaven help Hodgson if it goes pear shaped. Can't wait for all of it! I feel a major cook-in will be necessary as will a long sit down.
I love events!

...After washing the dirt from my hands I made a 'risotto' adding mushrooms, peas and tomatoes to the easy cook rice...Along with curry powder, garlic and s&p. Decent little mix this, goes with any kind of meat, especially good bangers which is what we'll be eating tonight.
Pudding is being a pain, probably plump for tinned pears and chocolate custard!

Now I must fly........................
:)

A Quick Badly Thought Out Post

After a fab sleep I woke to banana toast and Roy Hodgson.

The two are unrelated. Sort of.
I very much doubt that Mr Hodgson would embrace such a girly breakfast. But as breakfasts go it's a corker especially when it's made for you. Mr H. peeling orf his yellow rubber washing up gloves in order to grill me bread and honeyed nanas.

Hodgson.
Roy, has said that he expects, nay demands his pampered players to behave well during Euro 2012 and would therefore like to see the skilled brats drinking coffee outside a nice cafe and drowsily tiptoeing around museums. Er..... Can't see Mr Rooney with a guide book can you?
This England coach means business.
I like him already.

Yadder yadder....

I have a long to-do list today so better get a move on.

Bacon. To braise. (Ideal for mother's gums)

Cake. To bake. (Ideal for friends, family and sanity)

Fruit. To saladyfy. (Two cheap tins decanted into glass bowl)

Creases. To iron away. (Yeah right)

Plants. To tend. (My little green babies)

Monty. To mother. (Cat won't leave my side, feels he's being excluded on account of football and mum)

Violent film. To re-watch. ('Law Abiding Citizen' revenge, torture, perfect viewing with a bag of milk bottles)

Readers Digest. To flick and fondle. (Recipes all in large print)

Euro 2012. To look forward to. (And Wimbledon, I ask for nothing more than a summer of sport and love and cheesecakes) Not necessarily in that order.

Ok now I must fly.
Mother needs to be air-lifted into position, Monty needs a smacked arse and Mr H. needs...me!

Cheerio
;)

Er, no. HODGSON IN.
According to Radio 4.
I'm stunned John.

So after sorting out radiator problems, honest job offers, mother's issues and my expectations for our life expectancy I think I'll overdose on phone-ins...

Dinner will be cold English beef. Probably.