I was meant to write a big blog spot tonight about my football tragic credentials etc etc
It was all already mapped out in my everbusy melon, BUT, a three hour power cut in Newtown meant no computer, and that coupled with a gorgeous spring evening chatting with neighbours over Reisling and Scrumpy means I feel a little bit like Billy the Fish;
Flapping about out of water in imminent danger of an England call up? Stay tuned loyal readers...
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