Good morning. Storm Amy is here though it's really just very wet and windy, not storm level.
We went for tapas with friends last night. £169 between us which I suppose is par for the course. £10.95 for a 250ml glass of malbec. Drinks for five came to £43. I can't help but feel people will stop buying restaurant alcohol if these prices continue. Booths round the corner, 50 yards, has malbec on offer at £11.25/bottle.
Anyway today. Kick off is 12.30. We are going to get blown off the pitch and not by storm Amy. I am not looking forward to this. I think there's a possibility the match will be postponed.
Before then I need to stretch, empty dishwasher, hang up my washed kit from yesterday and go for my flu jab.
This afternoon I will try to do the housework. I suspect I won't but I have good intentions.........and we all know the road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Last night six pensioners spent half an hour swapping those gloriously stupid and funny jokes from our youth.
How do you know there's an elephant in the fridge? Footprints in the butter.
Why do elephants paint their toe nails pink? So they can hide in cherry trees.
How do elephants get down from a cherry tree? They wait for autumn and float down with the rest of the leaves.
Boom. Boom.
