I'm in love with a search engine interface
I can't remember the last time I've felt so uptight before a sporting event as I do today, the eve of the Ashes. I imagine it's all the build-up that's getting to me, and the fact that if Australia walk it I'll be suffering taunts for the entire summer. Can England keep it alive? I hope so - neither team are as strong as they were last time but my lot are looking particularly fragile. I hope it's still a contest in January, when I'm going to a couple of days at the SCG.
My brainwashing of Beth as a future Barmy Army soldier begins tomorrow.
I've got to attend a bloody training course all day tomorrow, so I won't even be able to listen to the day unfold. It's a disgrace I tell you. the course convenor is a pom too - I've had words.
In other news: she's sassy. she's beautiful, she's a librarian (kinda) - she's Ms Dewey. I'm in love!