It’s Friday. Woohoo!! Kettle on, secret supply of jammie dodgers survived the frost in the shed.
Fortunately the threat of a nit infestation was thwarted by the timely arrival of the school holidays a couple of weeks ago. Hopefully the parent whose child is suspected to be the carrier will have used their Boots card points on something other than Victoria Beckham’s latest face cream and a prawn salad sandwich. (hmmm, save money on the face cream and apply the sandwich to your face, oh, and it may work to treat headlice, you never know!).
The rugby six nations are back this weekend, and The Voice battle thingies are on TV on Saturday night. Why not combine the two I reckon. I’m sure there’s a joke about cauliflower ears, it’s just not coming to mind as of yet!
Oh, and sad news to end…
Sepp Blatter will finally be replaced by a newly elected head of FIFA in the next day or so. It’s a sad, sad day for football. (Yorkshire sarcasm at it’s best) Fortunately, there’s a new breed of whiter than white, fantastically qualified and popular candidates waiting in the wings to bring the sport’s governing body out of the pigsty it’s found itself mired in.
Oh no there isn’t!
Have a good weekend.
Rob , down the shed