Blood,Breasts and Stuart Pearce

Three men injured last night...
A smartly dressed Pearcey.
A few goals.
A few cheers.
Many tears.
A lotta blood.

Just another night in with the lads:(

So despite failing to win I relished every one of the ninety-odd minutes, pity we didn't stomp on the Dutch heads, but as sides go, they're not too bad a team to go down to.
(Glo losing her last remaining marble)
I was though, a little miffed by Pearcey's fashion faux pas....Blue suit instead of usual fighting attire of tracky bottoms. Must have been trying to instill fear into the lads by wearing such garb. Love him dearly though..... the nutter:)

Talking of nutters....The F.A. are really giving me the pip. They KNOW who they want so why not let the rest of us numpties know. I'm telling ya, all this is driving me to orange juice. For pity's sake the whole Euro thing kicks orf fairly soon and the boys, bless them, needa leeda. You know another thing, I wouldn't be the least surprised if 'Arry sadi NO!
And neither would I be stunned if some Foreigh Johnny took up residence on the bench. It's a baffling old game.

Cooking tonight and being served quite late.
Sweet and sour vegetables.
Baked chicken breasts.
Thin noodles.
2 Pancake rolls.

And no pud on account of a late lovely lunch.

Gorgeous day weather wise, I went out without a vest.

Cheerio All:)

By the way..I have another loaf rising. Nigh on dusting the fluorescent tube it is. Horrible thing. Tube that is, not bread:)

Words on my mind. too biz for explanashuns.

Footie.
Tonight.
Us and Holland.
At Wembley. Where I grew up. Blahblah. Where I lived in a spaceship from race 2 to race 8. Kids eh?

Pearcey. Psycho. Blond. Getting on a bit. Brother of man of questionable views.
Keeping silent over Top Job.
Clever.

"The Special One"
Back in Blighty.
For why?
House hunting and all.
Mmmmm There's a Foreigner in the mix what am I gonna do?

My hair looking so spectacular in Sainsbury's a man said something.

Feeling fresh and fruity.... a big bottle of lemon scented floor cleaner awaits usage. It's the daffs wot made me buy it.

More on the domestic front...
On account of the ageing process (not mine) have to ditch braising steak in favour of hard boiled eggs.
Me no want to get old:(

So. Later on. Tonight.
Pearcey to take the strain.
England team with its managerial nightmare fiasco debacle thing will step out onto Holy Ground to play little Holland. I don't think I can take anymore...
And talking of strainers, a quaint little silver one holding within its jaws 2 tsps. of very loose tea, made just about the most perfect cuppa I've ever wallopped.
Thanks Sweetie.

Now I do stuff with only one thing on my mind...

The National Anthem Being Played At Wembley.
God, I can't wait.
:)

"Yeah my new assistant is a small bird, about this high, not a lotta knowledge but a good gel"

The mucky saga of Capello v. F.A. waddles along, and I'm ecstatic. Nothing puts an extra beat in my heart more than a silly fracas over choice of England Managers.
As long as it isn't Terry O'Neal I'll be alright.

I see Fabio is back on continental soil already, what a rotter. And after all we gave him, millions of English Pounds and all that. Didn't even stay long enough to thank supporters for their support.
Typical Italian.

Well blow you.

England will rise from the cinders like my legs rise when I've had a bad day. Up they come, torn and scarred but willing to give it another go. Backs and Walls and all that.

Talking of Backs. When it gets to night time, round about 9 I'd say, my back gives me what-for. I seek relief by rubbing it but my hands only reach a little way up. I'd ask Mother to rub it but her left elbow is bandaged and her sight isn't very excellent so she's out of the frame. Oh well, we all have our cross to bear.

Going back to Football Catastrophes, I hope England don't have one when playing with the Dutch. Good team, the Netherlands, not a team to ever take lightly, should be feared and respected. Chuffed to hear Pearcey will be in control. always liked and admired Psycho. (See above HOT PIC)The best manager we never had?
I tell you all this kerfuffle over who will lead England into Euro 2012 has put iron in me marrow.

Talking of marrow and meat...I'm making a nice beef stew today, it'll be stacked with tons of root veg...parsnip carrot potato leek all simmered for ages in two oxos. I'll drop eight dumplings in too. By the way last nights chops were lovely but the bungalow walls were almost shattered by the sound made when Mr H and I stuck our spoons into the soft squidgy chocolate puds. There are no words to describe how smashing they were. So I'll stop here!

Must dash I have a new iron to play with..................

Cheerio!