Hexing
More football hexing from Anton this morning. "Hi mate just wanted to be the first to congratulate you today you will be deserved champions well done." A policy which dates back to this moment, when he prematurely "congratulated" me just before John Terry slipped over in the mud, missing a penalty which cost Chelsea victory in the European Champions League cup final against Anton's unspeakable Manchester United.
Bank holiday weekend... So naturally teeming with rain all day. Lorraine a little under the weather. I went back home for a bit to feed Calliope, do some work, and go to the gym. Rather underpowered even by my currently underpowered standards, and felt rather worn out afterwards.
Steady rain all day. Guiltily abandoning poor Calliope, and L and I went to Sainsbury's and then back to her place to pot plants, and eat roast chicken and become installed on the sofa to watch Hellboy, Del Toro's superhero film, on TV. Full of his splendid touches. Looking forward to his version of The Hobbit when it it comes out.
Then the glory of Match of the Day. Watching Chelsea win their penultimate and trickiest game against Liverpool. Manchester United won too, but if Chelsea win their last game against lowly Wigan they are Champions, whatever United do. Anton unaccountably bitter when I tapped a friendly text to him this afternoon.
Sank into Lorriane's tempur mattress with some glee tonight.
Below Hellboy. An acceptable Red Devil.
More football hexing from Anton this morning. "Hi mate just wanted to be the first to congratulate you today you will be deserved champions well done." A policy which dates back to this moment, when he prematurely "congratulated" me just before John Terry slipped over in the mud, missing a penalty which cost Chelsea victory in the European Champions League cup final against Anton's unspeakable Manchester United.
Bank holiday weekend... So naturally teeming with rain all day. Lorraine a little under the weather. I went back home for a bit to feed Calliope, do some work, and go to the gym. Rather underpowered even by my currently underpowered standards, and felt rather worn out afterwards.
Steady rain all day. Guiltily abandoning poor Calliope, and L and I went to Sainsbury's and then back to her place to pot plants, and eat roast chicken and become installed on the sofa to watch Hellboy, Del Toro's superhero film, on TV. Full of his splendid touches. Looking forward to his version of The Hobbit when it it comes out.
Then the glory of Match of the Day. Watching Chelsea win their penultimate and trickiest game against Liverpool. Manchester United won too, but if Chelsea win their last game against lowly Wigan they are Champions, whatever United do. Anton unaccountably bitter when I tapped a friendly text to him this afternoon.
Sank into Lorriane's tempur mattress with some glee tonight.
Below Hellboy. An acceptable Red Devil.
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