She's so high

...I want to crawl all over her

Summery-ness has arrived and not a moment too soon, either.
Since last I blogged, dear readers, I have had a landmark birthday. I'm happy to report, however, that there is life in the old dog yet. Nothing appears to have fallen off in the meantime, so I shall carry on as normal for as long as I'm able, heh heh.
The World Cup is a couple of weeks away and I'm looking forward to it immensely. As I am to the trip to Blighty that has been booked this last week. It's been way too long. The jaunt will encompass the north of England, south Wales and a few stops in between. Beer, quite possibly, will be consumed.
This week I have been mostly wearing...no socks.

My heart, a silent violin

...at least you made me tune it in the end

Hmmm. It's been a while.
Since last I blogged, Spurs sealed fourth place in the Premier League (and Champions League qualification) with one game to spare via an impressive win at Man. City. There was even an outside shot at third spot - at the expense of the Gooners - but I shall gloss over the last day of the season. Either way, it was a magnificent campaign and next season is something to look forward to. Truly.
This was the second short (although still mind-numbingly boring) working week in a row for me, with the "squeeze-day" and Bank Holiday and all.
This weekend has been spent on Käringön and in Fiskebäckskil. Champagne and strawberries on the rocks by the sea in the sunshine. Ah. Strawberries and sunlight - what's not to like about that? It'll soon be summer, eh?
Mmmm...violins.

Keep going...

Check out this wine label, mohaha. It'd never be allowed these days, eh? Loosely translated, the name of the wine is "Bend over, I'll smack your arse". Erm, possibly.
I started off this beautiful, bright, sunny day with a run. Amazingly. All was going swimmingly until with about a hundred metres left, I felt a pull in my calf. I'm like the (fat) Ledley King of weekend runners. Maybe I should also not train between every "match"? Oh, wait, that's exactly what I do now...hmmm.
Talking of which, the Mighty Spurs go into the last week of the season in the Champions League places. The small matter of a match against fifth-placed Man. Shitty (and their millions of pounds) on Wednesday now looms large. Avoiding defeat there should be enough, but a win would seal it there and then before the final game of the season. Oh, the drama!
Today, I snoozed in the sunshine, flat on my back. Najs.