The Birthday Girl

This is Granddaughter Phoebe’s birthday- not her 12th birthday, but her 17th.
We met for coffee with her Mum and Dad this morning having left her sister and brothers at home.

I had the first trip into town for 5 weeks today. It was busy,busy, busy and I scurried home as quickly as I could.

I’m afraid I’ve had enough football hysteria to last me for the rest of my life, though I expect if England beat Italy on Saturday we’ll get no other news for the next 10 years. I just don’t understand why we have to have total saturation of the media with football- there is no escape.