Glo Is All Action

Action, action it's the only way.
Only way to what you may ask.
Why, it's the only way to get anything done. Silly.

So this afternoon I:

Cleared away the very last of the old tomato plants.

Put Jessamy the Gnome on the doorstep so he can be a beacon of happiness for all my visitors.

Put together a sausage casserole, a dish of colcannon and individual strawberry trifles for tonight's tea.

Nailed a blue sleeping bag to the warped door frame at the rear of the garage. The door disintegrated a couple of years ago and you know how it is, broken things just never seem to get fixed. But seeing as Winter is approaching I thought now would be a good time to do something. So with my cheapo hammer and couple of very long nails I made a rather good makeshift door from a bright blue sleeping bag (£1 from you know where...)

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I'm still smarting from England's diabolical match against Brazil. No idea what the boys were doing but all credit to Mr Capello for having the audacity to try out 'unknowns' against the biggest team on planet earth.
I did feel however that although they sort of won they also got away with a lot, I think the ref was very biased. For example...When one of the Brazilians clobbered Rooney I naturally assumed he'd be sent packing or at least get booked, but no. Nothing. Zilch. I tutted in girly fashion but continued cooking.
The match was supposed to be a 'friendly' didn't look very chummy to me matey. My blood was up from the beginning I can tell you...
Heaven knows what state I'll be in next summer.
But next summer is a long way off.
And I can't be getting overwrought and brittle on account of what occurrences will be occurring next year, after all I'm still dealing with this summer's tomatoes...:(

But for now I'm all done with being Action Girl, I now need to raise my legs.

Cheerio!