I blame the parents
Not too bad if you don't count the booze.
Strawb and blube smoothie
2 pieces toast with lingonberry jam and hazlenut butter
Apple
Green tea x3
Ham salad with tabbouleh
Peach
Apple
Chicken basque (chicken, rice, peppers, onions, olives and a LOT of chorizo)
Strawbs and ice cream
2 cans Stella
1 glass white wine
3 glasses of red
We all had a lovely time and laughed a lot, so don't feel guilty. Will not drink tonight even though it is England v Portugal in the quarter finals and I will be very nervous. I also went to the gym for an hour yesteday. I actually enjoyed my run. Wierd or what?
I feel a bit sick this morning so maybe I won't eat so much. The sickness was caused by The Guardian printing a picture of Phil Neville in a vest, which is disgusting. I will be writing to complain.
Go Fat Boy Rooney! He's fat, he's scouse, he'll rob your fucking house, Wayne Rooney, Wayne Rooney.
2 Comments:
At 9:59 am,
Emma said…
Apparently Wayne Rooney's grandad was being interviewed on TV yesterday. He is only in his early 50s, has just two teeth at the front, and was wearing a t-shirt with "I could murder a pint" written on the front of it.
At 11:39 am,
Emma said…
Ah, I didn't actually see it, but they were talking about it on the radio this morning. It sounds hilarious.
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