Mum's Cups

About the Day
A day alone, spent bumming around at home (by which I mean looking through a shed load of Mr Smith's blips). The kitchen still needs putting ship shape, stuff and all manner of foodie stains, streaks and splashes wherever I look. When the fragrant lady arrives home (any moment now), ten pounds says she will yell up to me wondering why I didn't go to work (again), and it will be down to me to cough up some reasonable explanation.

Got a text from Sniffs inviting the blokes round to his to watch the footie (England v Uruguay), followed by cozy corner in the Vs. So that should be good.

About the Pickie
These are the cups and saucers I wouldn't let my Mum send to the charity shop a few weeks ago and which I'd forgotten about, until I went rooting under the bed. So the pickie (or should I say 'blip') might get changed if the evening surpasses the day (which shouldn't be too difficult).

In other news
Dan's at work (Day 9 of new job) and Joe set of for Gottwood.

Note
Heck of a lot of stuff in parenthesis P!