R's rue

Harry Kane after missing his second penalty Tonight, England departed The World Cup Tournament in Qatar. France beat us by two goals to one and in football-speak  I now feel "gutted" and "as sick as a parrot". We lost at the quarter final stage. On a different night and with different luck, we could have come out on top. It wasn't that France were so much better than us. Our captain - Harry Kane - scored one penalty and skied another. He is normally so very reliable but not tonight when we needed him the most. Oh woe is me! Woe is England! Woe! Woe! Woe! Back in the summer of 1966, I followed The World Cup religiously. I had sticker books, a wall chart and knew every player who would be playing. I was only twelve years old and my brain had room for lots of football stuff. That year England famously went all the way to the final where we beat West Germany by four goals to two and lifted the golden Jules Rimet trophy. What a summer that was! Bobby Moore lifte...

  It has snowed more heavily overnight and my tiny part of the village has been effectively cut off from the main road, as even small amounts of snow on the incline up to the village proper renders the lane useless until it is gritted. The cottage is warm though, not toasty but warm ,I stoked up the burner late last night and the silence caused by the muffling of snow is pronounced.  I’m going to make coffee and then plan my essay. Yesterday I subscribed to Netflix I have no interest in watching Harry & Meghan spilling their guts out, but I spent a Merry four hours or so watching the delightful Norwegian monster movie Troll and the Spanish zombie movie Malnazidos set during the Spanish civil war. Both mindless old fashioned fun, in their own rights. I’m a bit low of food but can get by with raiding the freezer. I have enough dog and cat food already. Chorizo chipolata sausages with egg and muffin for breakfast. Hey ho from Going Gently https://...