Not long now...
Before Capello's Crusaders march out to the sound of roaring, thunderous, eathquakian heartbeats.
How they boil and explode these steadfast England fans...
I'll wear my cap I suppose.
I said I'd had enough of watching England but, you know how it is, even when something you love gives you grief, you can't stay away.
So I'll zoozoo by vuvu.
Yes still got it. Laying on the windowsill in Monty's bathroom.
And so my lips will purse and blow as some awful band strike up the Bulgarian anthem. But when OUR anthem fills Wembley, I'll be up, clad in fine English attire, tartan kilt and killer heels saluting her Majesty.
I'll also be salivating over the prospect of a Bulgarian BloodBath.
Lovely.
Friday, 3 September 2010
Pre-Match Waffle
Fondant Fancies or Victoria Sponge?
England, Bulgaria or a draw?
Victoria Sponge with Fondant Top.
England I hope, if Bulgaria win then Capello sleeps with the fishes. A draw and the team suffer the wrath from phone-ins.
Mug him Rooney :)
Thursday, 2 September 2010
Middle age is advancing quicker than I'd feared.
I thought my gardener was coming today but he didn't, so after checking diaries and stuff I realized I'd made a blunder. Memory becoming bleary rather like my eyesight this morning.
What does a gal need to do to keep her marbles rolling?.....
Eat regularly?
Sleep tightly?
Kiss dirtily?
Bend frequently?
Scrunch on Mondays?
Hydrate massively?
Be interested in baking, the dimplelization of inner thighs and Richard Dawkins?
Grab a younger man?
Only one of the above.
P.S. England play tomorrow night but I can't remember who
I thought my gardener was coming today but he didn't, so after checking diaries and stuff I realized I'd made a blunder. Memory becoming bleary rather like my eyesight this morning.
What does a gal need to do to keep her marbles rolling?.....
Eat regularly?
Sleep tightly?
Kiss dirtily?
Bend frequently?
Scrunch on Mondays?
Hydrate massively?
Be interested in baking, the dimplelization of inner thighs and Richard Dawkins?
Grab a younger man?
Only one of the above.
P.S. England play tomorrow night but I can't remember who
Celebrations All Round
Mr H. is celebrating his birthday by editing to death 'The Telly Tubbies' for our overseas friends.
I, on the other hand, am celebrating his birthday by washing towels and making pies.
But there is an ink stained light in the distance because on Saturday we are being taken to the oldest restaurant in London, 'Rules' in Covent Garden. This fabulous event has been organized by my most avid follower, Nof and his sweet Judo loving wife, the petite but lethal, Mrs Nof.
Can't wait.
So as Mr H edits grown-ups in scary outfits and I crimp pastry for the gardener our thoughts are on glamming up for some excellent British food in an establishment frequented by writers...
Happy Birthday Dear!
I, on the other hand, am celebrating his birthday by washing towels and making pies.
But there is an ink stained light in the distance because on Saturday we are being taken to the oldest restaurant in London, 'Rules' in Covent Garden. This fabulous event has been organized by my most avid follower, Nof and his sweet Judo loving wife, the petite but lethal, Mrs Nof.
Can't wait.
So as Mr H edits grown-ups in scary outfits and I crimp pastry for the gardener our thoughts are on glamming up for some excellent British food in an establishment frequented by writers...
Happy Birthday Dear!
Wednesday, 1 September 2010
Just Stuff
I met a man today by picking up his Nectar card in Sainsbury's. He was, you see, unable to retrieve the plastic thing on account of being 99 years old.
This information he freely croaked to both me and the cashier.
Bought two more of the same shade of lipstick, so enamoured of it am I. Some lipsticks have the ability to make the mouth pout even when in a supermarket or at traffic lights.
Whilst Mr H. drove slowly through some congestion in West Street I smiled at an honest lowly workman, he stopped, that's the workman not Mr H, stopped as if impaled to the ground by a spade. Lovely.
Spreading a little happiness was my reason.
I made a simple dinner tonight. Pork chops and veg and apple sauce followed by syrup sponge and custard. Again spreading happiness.
Frighfest continues on Film 4. Recorded 'Bug' the other night so will, after Mr H has washed the dishes, watch the crawley film. Monty has a new habit of sticking his bum in my face whilst at the same time resting his face on my knees. The position of indifference/love/comfort. His night time revolves around snoozing with Ma watching gore flicks and yelling at Kevin the cat, who could be gay.
I chatted with a friend today about wire wool and screwdrivers.
Like I said. Just stuff.
This information he freely croaked to both me and the cashier.
Bought two more of the same shade of lipstick, so enamoured of it am I. Some lipsticks have the ability to make the mouth pout even when in a supermarket or at traffic lights.
Whilst Mr H. drove slowly through some congestion in West Street I smiled at an honest lowly workman, he stopped, that's the workman not Mr H, stopped as if impaled to the ground by a spade. Lovely.
Spreading a little happiness was my reason.
I made a simple dinner tonight. Pork chops and veg and apple sauce followed by syrup sponge and custard. Again spreading happiness.
Frighfest continues on Film 4. Recorded 'Bug' the other night so will, after Mr H has washed the dishes, watch the crawley film. Monty has a new habit of sticking his bum in my face whilst at the same time resting his face on my knees. The position of indifference/love/comfort. His night time revolves around snoozing with Ma watching gore flicks and yelling at Kevin the cat, who could be gay.
I chatted with a friend today about wire wool and screwdrivers.
Like I said. Just stuff.
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