Ugh
It's a miserable morning, I have a streaming cold and I was woken this morning by a bulletin from Adelaide. All I want to do is put my heads under the blankets. This being impossible, I am left to fall back on the one remaining crumb of comfort: there is no-one now who can look out at the rain and gales and order me to play rugby.
For small mercies oh Lord...
For small mercies oh Lord...
2 Comments:
Oh dear, oh dear.
Is this England's 1981?
Sob! At least Warne is 102 next year.
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