OK, OK

I will wake up.

You know what it is like when you are placed under great pressure to wake up before you are really ready. First you are aware of some weight upon you. You close your eyes that bit tighter in a vain attempt to pretend you have not been woken up. Then you feel breath upon your face. You increase sleep like breathing noises to really really emphasise that you are still sound asleep. However, you know you are beaten when they resort to underhand - in my case this morning - underarm - tactics to well and truly wake you up..... I felt a tongue lick my arm pit.

I shrieked.

Then I did get out of bed to feed the bloody cat before he started eating me.

Anyway, not a bad thing really as it gave my time to say adieu before I set off for Marrakech later this morning.

My mum and dad went there some years ago. A man offered my dad a not inconsiderable number of camels in exchange for my mother. I wonder what I could get for my sister???


And come on you Cobblers at Nottingham Forest today. Who would have thought we would ever be playing former champions of Europe in a league match? Funny old game innit?