not bad, actually...

...Mr McMuffin speaks the truth on the Galactica, if you've any interest at all in wondering what became of the Cylons. then watch this.

We did go to see a film yesterday, and thoroughly enjoyed 'Starsky and Hutch'. Like Steve, we were convulsed at 'making like dragons' and laughed long after everyone else had stopped. The best bit for me was the return of the cardigan, I shall wear my mid calf knitted coat with pride, as a tribute to this magnificent garment.

Today is crap, I've lost an hour and gained a cold that will not express itself properly. It just hangs around making me (and Mr McMuffin) miserable. My head hurts, I ache, and my sinuses feel all stuffed. The only thing that helped was the big bowl of soup that Mr McMuffin brought me.

On a happier note, the Welsh team did good yesterday. I try not to watch as I have a superstition that if I do they lose. This even works when I am out of the UK, last year I watched them lose from a bar in Mallorca. I couldn't resist tuning in yesterday as big sis was in the Millennium Stadium and I wanted to see if I could see her. I phoned my Mum to discuss the score, and Italy scored a try. Now my Mum also believes in my superstition, and told me to turn off the tv. Before I could reach for the remote, I think the Italians got a conversion, but I wasn't sure. After the match, Mum phoned me to tell me the good news, and thank me on behalf of the people of Wales for my cooperation.