The Old Enemy

Even my Welsh lady socks and rugby jumper were no competition for the England rugby team yesterday. It wasn't as if Wales made any huge mistakes; they just weren't good enough. A record loss against the 'old enemy'. 

A few years ago this advert was banned!

Ah, well, there's always next year. Or maybe the year after. Currently the team is without a head coach and nobody's putting themselves forward. Oh, maybe I should! Do you think I'd be good at telling those men what to do?

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At the end of church this morning I commented to my neighbour that the speaker seemed to have talked for a long time. "I didn't notice," she said. "I was too engrossed."
"Oh um yes, me too."

This afternoon I finished cutting the grass and did some pruning. Well, I did the pruning I could reach. I need a little sturdy step-stool. I also moved my ducks. 

This is a much better and more logical place for them but it does leave me again with the question: what to put in the dark corner?

Husband came out to check on what I was doing and, after watering the greenhouse, he sat and enjoyed a bit of the afternoon sunshine.

He's improving every day. In fact yesterday at about 11.30 he came into the room where I was doing my jigsaw. He said, "When are you going to Mumbles?"

I shrugged. "In a bit I expect."

"Only I want soup for lunch and beer for the rugby."

"Okay! I'll go now!"

He must be getting better if he's getting demanding.