February. The shortest of months. Isn't it?
The snow has melted a little more. Slowly, slowly. Still treacherous underfoot. I started the day yesterday by falling arse-over-tit against the side of my car. Dirty snow-melt and muck from the side of the car all over me before the working day had even begun.
Excellent.
Spurs failed magnificently with a (reported) number of earth-shattering bids for top-drawer strikers, while everyone else around us in the League raided their piggy-banks royally. Bah, let's hope JeFoe rediscovers his scoring touch. Nice at least to see the loaned-out Mr Keane score in his first match for the Hammers. He's been a good servant to the club.
Spring can come whenever it likes for my sake - at least the days are getting longer/brighter, eh?
