Okay, so I’m over the sport thing from yesterday. Obvoiusly, massive achievement and all that, and I am still having small town pride; but I am now looking on the Wembley trip as a good excuse to go down to London and, y’know, be a tourist!

But more on that closer to the time.

Today I spent all day with my head phones on pretending the world didn’t exist. The family were outside in the sunshine (I know, weird, right?) doing the gardening thing. I have tried in the past, and I tried again today, to see the attraction in digging round in the mud planting flowers and grasses and then pulling out the, sometimes more attractive, weeds. I just don’t understand, and I never will. It just seems like one chore too far.

I have house plants and then I enjoy, mostly because you just have to throw water at them once in a while, and pull off the dead leaves. From the moment the sun comes out, gardens seem to be nothing but trouble and work. No no no to that.

It’s not something to get enthusiastic about unlike a really good TV Show or a movie that gives you butterflies because it’s just soooo goooood.

Speaking of TV Shows that are good… Doctor Who starts again next week! Which gives me a perfect excuse to put this up.