Wednesday 30th June; a day without football. The two day gap between the so called round of 16 and the quarter-finals. Although, that don’t stop the radio talking about the football, who is going to be England ’s new manager, does England need a new manager, the latest football-related jokes and looking forward to the games on Friday and Saturday. Oh, and did Ronaldo spit at a cameraman at the end of the game last night; I thought he did; nice bloke, nice and dim, really.
I think we have a quiet weekend ahead, which is just as well really, with the travelling about we have done these last three weekends; I think what we need is some serious relaxing.
I did arrive home last night to find scattered feathers around the garden, and a greenfinch’s head in the middle of them, and Molly looking rather pleased with herself. She’s a cat, and it’s what she’s supposed to do. Although she did run scared last night when the bully tomcat came in the cat flap, I chased it out; but we do know he’s been in before, and so will again.
Such is life in leafy St Margaret’s.
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