October.
I don't do ill, which makes my current state of health a little irritating. Last week's gut-rot has given way to sincere lethargy and a feeling of all-over achiness. Bleh.
A tremendous last week for the mighty Spurs. First home-win ever in the Champions League followed by a "battling" home win in the (regular-flavoured) League against Villa. The boy Van der Vaart playing starring roles in both matches.
Dear Diary, I can't be assed to write any more tonight so I'm going to bed. Perchance to dream, assuming I can actually get any napper.
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