Sunday, 28 August 2005
I don’t know about you, but my nerves are shredded. Again. After my depression over the Old Trafford test, I couldn’t believe that three matches on the trot would have gone down to the wire. Again. England have done their level best to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory. Fortunately tonight they failed. And I even gave up watching ManU beat Newcastle 2-0 for the privilege. Now it’s time to get the barbie litted. And hope that it rains for five days at the Oval.
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Sunday, 28 August 2005
Blimey. It’s Polly’s second birthday. I’ve been blathering here for two years now and yet it does seem two minutes since my first post. The thing I’ve enjoyed most are the ‘friends’ I’ve made in that time. I use the parentheses because, with one exception, I haven’t met you and don’t even know what most of you are called, save your nom de blogs. So thanks for your company over the last two years and help yourself to a party hat and a piece of birthday cake.
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