last week in an exciting and flattering development I was invited to take part in a women's round table chat about the upcoming Euros, with a bunch of other female football bloggers. We chatted for almost three hours about the importance of regular match practice for goalkeepers, Croatia's chances, Domenech' s selection policy and whether or not we would rather see professional footballers naked or in their pants. Go, read, learn giggle. Or not, your choice.
I have been hideously busy of late, not least since Chelsea Boy has moved over here to live with me, and we have moved into a new flat together. Which has entailed lots of moving, chaos, book losing, reorganising, and most especially cleaning since the landlord had left the house covered in a thick layer of black grime. Filth notwithstanding life is mostly very good, and in bonus news the telly works so we got to watch Portugal-Turkey whilst lounging on our four poster bed and eating baked aubergines stuffed with beef, and roast potatoes. And then cherries and strawberries. Hfd. I am all excited about the Euros now.