Doppleganger

Separated at birth?

So, it is done. The hunt is on for the new man for the job. I have a vague notion that the hunt is going to be a slow affair. As such and in time honoured English fashion let's have a brew. The glorious pink teapot herewith illustrated is eponymous....

Oh well perhaps the chocolate cake was the right choice. Only the mighty beanpole comes out of that grim showing with any credit. Let's hope that Mr Mac is given his P45 - I rather fancy the special one to step into the hot seat - and build for the future. At least Stevie G won't be exhausted at the start of next season.

Perhaps I need to widen my interests net, patchwork? Cross stitches or words or perhaps I should follow in the footsteps of the wonderful Gaudi. (Not the tram bit) I can't wait to see Norman Foster's reworking of the Camp Nou.

Now where did I put that jar of serendipity?

Today

I am being left home alone this evening. Something to do with B's inbred disdain for football. Sometimes I find him difficult to understand - I mean, who, in their right mind (& he is a leftie after all..) would want to dodge such cutting edge arsenalesque footie?!!! He has had a better offer to share a chocolate cake with a trio of dice rolling nerds. Men really are Mars Bars!!!