The Ex rang?

Crying.

My ex-wife has been round all night, and she maybe coming tomorrow. Yes strange.
The phone rang last night at about 7 and I was due to meet Richard the golf partner at 8.30 for a Friday night mini-piss up. It was The Boss, crying could she come round for a cuppa tea? No I'm meeting Richard, but she could come drinking but I'm not letting Richard down.

It turns out that she has been having an OFSTEAD inspection, she's a teacher, and her school only came 'Satisfactory'.
The last time she was judged to be satisfactory was her first Ofstead. I remember it well, she was kicking ass for weeks, mostly mine.
It seems that they have raised the bar and she works in a deprived area and they don't take that into account. It's tough and it's not my bag any more, but I listened and she drank my wine.

So as she got in to her taxi she invited herself to my football fest tomorrow night, my football fest, where I sit with the sound off and strum my guitar and pray, pray to the football god, please let us win.
IF, If we win we play Germany next. The holy grail of football. 'Germany v England'. Sex with a ball.
The big question?? What does she want? I'm watching carefully.

Not much else.

There's not much else happening, my toe is getting better, but I'll still get the 84 tablets of Codeine when I pass a chemist.

Golf was rained off today, Saturday and I'm in a competition on Monday morning.

England play Italy tomorrow , actually it's tonight. So might as well throw in a photo.





The first two photo's are of my ex-wife's parents house and garden, yes loaded.

And this is my daughter and me (I'm on the left) at a recent family party.

I'm on the left.

It was a joke.