I have been vascillating between the lounge downstairs and my room. Misleading statement that, it makes it sound like we have a downstairs lounge, from which the rumpus room is annexed, and the upstairs lounge etc etc. Anyway, I left the tv going because I was confident I would not become entangled with the internet. I just ducked down there again to hear a conversation on Good Morning about discharges. They always tackle the glamour phisiological problems don't they?
Anyway, I was actually going to remark on something I noticed a few weeks ago. I don't know if the phenomena is seasonal or related to the world cup. As I was traipsing through Robin Hood park, I noticed that the rugby goal posts have been taken down. Was this a sign of the utter despair felt around the country? Or part of a conspiricy to further weaken our game play from a grass roots level? I like to imagine the groundskeeper heading out after the match with France, tears streaming down his face, ramming the posts with the ride on lawnmower until they were broken, all the while screaming something about betrayal.
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