There I was, filled with the joys of Spring even though it hasn't stopped raining since Christmas, my heart uplifted by the prospect of Brexit, my only slight disappointment being that last night I couldn't watch England play their 'practice match' against Iceland (prior to walloping 'les Frogs' later on) because of a prior social engagement and then - quelle horreur! - I come home to the news that we lost!
WE ACTUALLY LOST - TO ICELAND!
With a football team whose combined wages are larger than the gross domestic product of several countries - combined! This bunch of 'tippy-tappy twerps' deserve the generic soubriquet once affectionately applied to the American army during the war - "they're over-paid, over-sexed and over here"! The only good thing is that I was unable to watch it and all I have to do now is wipe it from my 'do-flicker-recording-thingie' - which is what I would like to do to that entire bunch of droopy, drippy flowers that masquerades as the England football team. As for the 'manager', he should be sued for impersonation!