Too much beer. I am not used to it and the head is stinging a little. I lie in bed and try and work out my new Ipod. It was a freebie from Barclaycard which you got if you took out their gadget insurance, Took out the insurance, got the freebie and cancelled the insurance. Doesn't everyone do that? Does anyone want to pay £100 a year to insure goods that are scarcely worth that?
When I get up a plan is hatched to go out for lunch. Feeling as I do, I am quite happy to escape cooking duties. We go to a farm shop. Have been there before, but the roast lunch is very good and terrific value at £52 for 4.
I am wrecked thereafter and repair for a kip, before heading for home. I am a bit worried about Mum and her foot. Was nice to see them.
I cut across country for the drive home. Emsy is hungry so we stop for coke and crisps in the Cock and Rabbit in the Lee. Being Italian owned they are glued to the telly to watch a typically dull Italian display against Spain.
The match grinds to a close just as we get home. The Spaniards win on penalties.
H, with some assistance from Dan, has completely gutted the sitting room and stripped it of wallpaper. I compliment her and she smiles, but it is not long before the acid is back. It's depressing.
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