England gets knocked out, man boobs and first aid

Most of England has been well pissed off for the last week after England's embarrassing defeat at the hands (feet?) of Germany. Le Pond and I went to the pub to watch the whole shake down. It was ABSOLUTELY PACKED - chock full of sweaty, drunken men. My thongs kept sticking to the floor and every time I was bumped or knocked I'd go flying forward minus my footwear. Was vile. Couldn't get anywhere near the bar and my view of the big screen was obscured by a guy's v structured and towering hair do.

At 10 mins before half time Pondy and I made our escape. The streets were completely deserted - it was like the beginning of 28 Days Later. Sun was blazing but no one was outdoors. The only noise was screaming or cheering as we passed bars. Within 5 mins we were tucked up on our couch in our underoos eating pringles as the drama unfolded on screen. Bliss.

We are well on the way to booking our Turkish hol. We've found a resort, negotiated the price and I'm calling a travel agent today to make our first payment. Hurrah! I first found the resort a week ago. I loved it, but at £2000 p p for 14 days WELL out of our price range. I found it on another site, tweaked the dates and we're now on our way for just £1100 pp. Pondy's mood has picked up considerably now we have a little trip to look forward to.

This is great as he has been mucho moody of late. He worked a full day on Saturday while I went off to a bbq in Truro (I drove, so didn't drink. A revelation for moi...) and when I got back he'd had a snooze and his mood had picked up. We went to another bbq (for a wedding anniversary), then went to our region's only gay club so we could have a boogie. I met a lovely young gay man with a fine pair of norks. We tripped the light fantastic on the dance floor while Pondy stood in the corner nursing his beer. I was appalled as Pondy normally loves to dance. On the way home he informed me that he was 'Tired to his very core'. I, too, was a little weary but couldn't really compete with 'tired to his very core'.

As we arrived home we noticed a young man passed out on the side of the road. I made sure he was still alive (a gentle nudge from my toe while saying 'Are you all right? I'm a first aider!') while Pondy grabbed him a glass of water. He drank it very suspiciously. Then one of his buddies arrived and they limped down the road together.

This week I'm embarking on my Business Writing Course. Hurrah! It's like a week off as I am doing 'school hours' - from 9:30 - 3:30 with an hour for lunch!