Yawn Rooney

I've just seen Wayne Rooney mouthing obscenities after scoring a goal.


This latest embarrassing episode in the Wayne Rooney Book of Silly Games defies belief, there he is, a rich talented man doing what he loves at the best, most vigorous time of his life and what does he do.... spouts vitriol into the dignified silent face of a camera.

Maybe there are underlying issues, possibly concerning the mismanagement of his marriage, whatever ails him though should not give him leeway to hurtle unnecessary expletives at a proper working man.

I've never been fully on board S.S. Rooney on account of his steaming, bullying and sometimes questionable antics both on and off the pitch. In other words he's a brainless bruiser who, without the gift of being able to knock a ball about, would probably have spent his life impregnating girls and sitting on walls drinking.

But luckily for England fans we have the star in our midst ready to cut a bloody swathe in Wembley's dirt and, providing he isn't feeling overwrought, over snapped or overheard, we'll see him score a nice goal or two.

Bit of advice...Sssh and let your feet do the talking...

Glo's Place

The word must be out on the street that a mixture of general bird food and mealworms is available at Glo's Bungalow...The tiniest table of the nest of tables I recently put out is currently supporting two crazed pigeons and, in the wings on the guttering, a sideshow of pretty waiting sparrows...
Makes the madness of engaging drawing room furniture in the upkeep of wild animals seem right and proper:)

Ok... stuff to do today..... the blasting of grime from the kitchen window, that's the downside of sunshine, it shows up every neglected pane of glass. But, just as I did yesterday when chatting to New Boy Andy, I'll hop on board my trusty old chair and tackle the prob with sneezy gusto.
Yes, this cold of mine is hanging on.... But being a bit short on sense I'll do it anyway:)

Too many other tasks to list but suffice to say I'll swirl through them drippingly:)

Sunday Glory

Marjoram Pork:)
Spaghetti:)
Garlic bread:)

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Chocolate Up and Over Pudding:) :) :) :) :) :) :)


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I've just introduced myself to my new neighbour Andy,by standing on a chair and tipping over the 6ft fence, Ihaven't met his family yet but as new neighbours go he's not at al bad. If you know what I mean.
He asked if his cable, which was slung about and over the shared fence was getting in my way, I replied in the negative...Don't want to get on the wrong side of the gorgeous beast:)
We chatted for all of three minutes, mostly about birds and their feeding whims.
I love him already.
X

My away day to the seaside was most pleasant.

Fine Spring weather. Not cold, not hot, and just breezy enough to swirl me skirt.
Looked at all the funny people whilst taking a break on a bench by the sea whilst keeping my energy level to the MAX by drinking Lucozade form the bottle.
Then, on the way to the shops, a Chicken McSandwich and Fab Fries...

Here's what I bought.
Picket fencing £2:98
Flower seeds (Poppy) 99p
1kg Wild Bird food £1:99
1ltr Heinz 'Worcestershire' sauce 99p
3 small stainless steel 'Indian' basins. (ideal for individual puddings)
Lilac hanging bird feeder adorned with blue butterfly £1
Icing bag with extra bits £1:29
Mealworms 99p

And so....after admiring the tremendous new traffic lay-out by Southend Vic station we drove home...And as Southend United were playing, a section house of fit Constables were loitering outside Roots Hall with no nefarious intentions...Although that could have changed if they'd been wise enough to arrest me for making lewd handcuff gestures from my open window as my vehicle approached a controlled junction.
Yummy!

Home to tea and playing with my stuff.
The picket fencing will be painted white. I think.
The Poppy seeds broadcast hither and yon.
Indian basins probably used in the making of Sticky Toffee puddings.
Hanging feeder? Not sure yet where to dangle it.
Icing bag for, of course, icing, but naturellement, for the making of Swiss Cakes where the buttery mixture needs to be piped instead of sploshed about.


Didn't feel like cooking tonight so indulged in a Chinese Take-Away:)
So all in all a decent old day:)

In a bit I'll be dragging my damp nose into town to share my nasty germs with the good folk of Southend.
After all, it's not every day Mr Horsehound offers a hot trip to the 99p shop.
Possible lunch too...:)
He's spoiling the old gril.

Being sneezed over tonight...

Beef pudding
tattie poos
steamed Kale

Apple flan.

Tea gallons
:)

Yarf!

Sniffle sniffle humpta humpta grark grark and ahooooYA.


Glands like dumplings.

The Very Common Cold:)

Cure?

None.

Helping hands?

Meat Pudding and Chocolate:)