Well well well. Yesterday Patrick informed you that we were attending a Mexican themed fiesta, and we did. All in all it's safe to say that I enjoyed myself. Although there was one hiccup. I was made to bleed from the forehead, and you'll never guess what made me bleed. Go on guess.
Wrong.
It was a saucepan! I got hit in the forehead by a saucepan. Don't ask me who did it though, I'm clueless. But I did have two get two particularly helpful females (bang tidy ones) to clean and then dress my wound. Upon waking up at 8:15 this morning I walked into my bathroom with the sole intention of having a quick shower and then I caught a glimpse of my reflection and I realised how silly I looked. I ripped of the plaster and then washed my smelly bits. Now I Have a little but deep scab on my head and I look a tiny little bit like Harry Potter. Fantastic.
Today I spent a large part of the day with my co-blogger. We watched the Kiwi and French egg chasers do their thing, neither of us are experts. I like to think I know slightly more than Patrick though. Then we watched last nights Match of the Day, caught up on all things great and good about the beautiful game. Then, the part I was most excited for, Manchester United against Manchester City. But that didn't go swimmingly. Far from in fact. It was awful. Probably two of the least enjoyable hours in my whole life ever. EVER.
Sad times. Final paragraph of the blog, today I did another 9 holes of golf at my local golf course. 25ish over par. Now for you frequent reader's you'll know that last time I was about 32 over par, so this is a noticeable improvement. WOOOOOHHHH!
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