Just received an SMS stating Shazza can't make our date today:-( She will call later in the week to re-arrange. The suspense is going to kill me just that little bit longer then. She doesn't know what I look like and vice versa. Images of nice-bod-shame-about-the-face, swirl around in my head, and yeah, scare me.
Having a roast chicken tonight, stuffed with lemons, freshly picked basil and garlic with a crisp green salad. Just perfect to go along with England v Croatia tonight.
Last night I won another bet on Russia v Greece.
Tonight's game is far too risky, so not betting as the game could go either way I believe.
Neck in a twist.