When I woke up this morning, I lay there for a while, thinking that’s strange, that the wife wasn’t already nudging me to go and make a coffee. Then I checked the clock. Oh God, it was only 5.30! Of course, now it made sense, no way would she be back from the pub that early
Slept extremely well last night and am en route to Baker Street. Probably helped by undertaking a prolonged spell of gardening and hedge trimming (without even being dragooned into it). I even thought about embarking upon some house cleaning before I got a grip on my pre-match tension.
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Woke up in the fireplace
nervous excitement.
Busying myself with housework to fill the time until the cafe opens and the day starts properly...
Then I checked the clock.
Oh God, it was only 5.30!
Of course, now it made sense, no way would she be back from the pub that early
( this joke has been put to sleep humanely)
got serenaded to sleep by my cat having a stand off with his enemy from a few doors down. Just howling at one another for 15 mins, no scrapping
Can’t get the Aribo song out of my head.
Hope it’s a good omen.
Bloody hell, no, Bloody Marys.
Eurrrgh...
Just having a second dump, then quick shower and I'm off.