It's the hope that does it

My lucky dragon socks didn't work. 

Last time we expected to be thrashed by Ireland but the Welsh boys did us proud. Trouble is that nearly-but-not-quite-good-enough performance fans the flame of hope. "We might beat Scotland." Hey ho. 

Actually regardless of whether we're top of the table or bottom Welsh fans go into every game with just that little tiny flicker, maybe, we might do it. Irrespective of the odds we still hope for miracles. 

Anyway England won today so that makes Husband happy. I'm less so because they played some good rugby and next week we welcome to Cardiff. 

Enough rugby talk. No, wait, one last thing. In the car today I noticed a number plate RU04GBY. Ooh, thinks I, I wonder if it's a rugby player who played at number four, maybe Alun Wyn Jones. I never found out as he was ahead of me and we went in different directions. 

I was going to Next to collect a skirt I'd ordered online. I wanted to try it on before taking it home so thought I'd try on some other clothes as well. I can never usually be bothered to try clothes on so as I was making the effort I took, I think, seven items in with me. I thought I'd try some things that were a bit different. I didn't like any of them. 

It might have been because I was feeling fat, grey, and old - never a good time to try on clothes - or they might have not been clothes that suited me. I didn't keep any on long enough to really consider. It was, pull it over my head, say yuck, take it off again. The problem is I haven't settled on a style yet. You'd think at my age I would have done. As I've said before, I'm definitely more of a Frankie than Grace but ethnic layers don't work on me either.

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My children have been keeping me/us well fed. Last night, for instance, Elder Son made Butternut Wellington with a sweet pepper sauce.

It was yummy as all the food has been.