Today I’m wearing:
- The Dress;
- mucky wellies; tights,
- then tights, then leggings;
- my University of Glasgow graduate scarf that cunningly doubles as a Hull City scarf.
I feel totally overwhelmed.
I’ve been at the football today (Hull City-Newcastle), and despite thinking myself not particularly engaged with the match to match outcomes- if you lose, you lose- I’m on the bereft side of apathetic. I shall however limit myself to one sentence on the game:
The better team won, because Hull City played shockingly and just wouldn’t engage with the ball, but Alan Pardew is a bloody nutter and I pity you poor Newcastle fans. There was some elegant footwork in there, though. Enough! Enough.
So today was the first day of the Dress! I have to say I’m not used to wearing such a short skirt. I will get used to it, though, and definitely stop moaning.
The day began with me treating my sister M to breakfast at the Pig and Pastry. The wonders of payday, eh? I know that food pictures are really tacky and overdone and awful but hey, I’ve put football in here already. I’m practically haemorrhaging followers.
I have dreams about their Eggs Royale. M stuck with boiled eggs and soldiers. Safe, but tasty.
Then to Hull with my mum, Grandpa and brother N. No more football, so here’s a selection of pictures from the day:
|You can see the bump on my nose where I ran into a wall aged 7|