Dishwater blonde, tall and fine

...she got a lot of tips

Today was one of the good days.
A beautiful late summer's day (after the early-morning mist had burned off) and working from home. There won't be many more days like this this year. Already a chill in the air helt plötsligt.
Back to earth with a dull plop for Spurs - after scaling the heady heights of Champions League qualification for the first time mid-week, a miserable 1-0 defeat at the hands of Wigan. At home. After last year's 9-1 win in the same fixture. It's a funny ol' game, innit?
Tonight I had a barbecue and drank beer. Isn't it?

Never quite said what I wanted to say to you

...never quite managed the words to explain to you

Sunday. Sunny. Two weeks into the new Premier League season and so far, so good. Despite having a team ravaged by injury after the mid-week Champions League play-off nightmare at Young Boys (I ask you...) and their plastic pitch, the mighty Spurs managed a creditable away win at Stoke. Two goals - the second a cracking volley - from the Welsh wizard.

A must-win return leg at the Lane beckons this Wednesday. So near...
I've also been back at work two weeks. Like I've never been away. Nothing changes - everything is the same. It was ever thus.
I suppose I should make the most of the nice weather while it's still here. The lake temperature is still "bathable" but it won't last forever and there hasn't been a great deal of sunshine this week. The grass also needs cutting and it needs to be done during one of the brief non-rainy periods. Bah.

And if one day

...you should see me in the crowd

The summer holidays draw inevitably to their close. Boo.
Back from dear old Blighty and it's taken four days for the sun to show its face here after apparently being scorchio all the time I was away. Still, I'd better just make the most of it now before the long haul of work begins again, eh? Back in the saddle again and all that.
Yesterday Joel and Phillip were mascots for the IFK v Kalmar match. Bless. Also, spot the devilishly attractive feller in the black t-shirt in the crowd in the second picture, eagle-eyed viewers. Snigger.
Four weeks of constant eating and drinking have taken their toll. Must...exercise. Or buy bigger clothes.
Goodbye Alex "Hurricane" Higgins. My grandmother was very fond of you. King of the green baize. We like snooker. It's always the bad lads, eh?
Currently reading: Stephen King's "Under The Dome" (and probably will be for a little while longer as it's enormous).