What a pathetic display of football today. I really wish I had not wasted 90 minutes of my life watching it. Well, I didn't really waste 90 minutes, about 3o minutes in, D was scared into gales of tears by his father, father's best friend and his grandfather screaming in unison at the television. (Thanks for that, boys!) So it was a swift exit for us after that, only to return after half time to watch the humiliating 4-1 drubbing.
Still, at least England are out of it now. At least I don't have to get interested in filling in our wall chart any more and scrutinising it carefully to see who we'll be playing in the semi finals. I can now officially state that I DO NOT CARE. Come on Ghana. Ghana are my new team of choice. I want to see a victory to an African Nation!
We've been so hard at it this weekend, painting D's room. I must confess, I also managed to paint a lot of the carpet (lucky it's coming out in a week's time), some of the built in cupboards and a bit of D's cot. Whoops. But it looks bloody fantastic. D's new jungle room is coming on a treat, he has a positively glistening bright green wall now! Unfortunately, this meant that we missed out on all the gorgeous sunniness, and the aroma of all our neighbours having barbeques was tempting in the extreme. Oh the temptation to bunk off DIY and swan off to the beach for the day!
D himself though has been hard work. It's those little toothy pegs and also the ferociously hot weather, I'm sure. He's been grizzly about pretty much everything recently, grizzly because he doesn't like eating x, grizzly because he doesn't want to sleep at time y, grizzly because he doesn't like tone of voice z, etc etc. I do hope my lovely little possum is feeling better tomorrow!
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