Blimey, it only took a day and a half, but I got there. My brother house sat on Monday to take delivery of the gravel and plants, so respect to him and the help in digging up the tree stumps, planting the er, plants and setting the gravel. As pointed out by Claire I have to we warey about Cats shitting, but hey lifes a bitch. It actually felt good to look out of the kitchen window and see a real garden, and not the overgrown for 3 years one I had there previously.

We got a win on Saturday. Finally putting Bolton to the sword ... or maybe that should be elbow. It's a funny old game this football. Different people saw HH's indiscretion in different lights. The bloke behind me saw nothing wrong. Vince thought HH was an idiot stroke liability. As for Kevin Davies and Fat Sams appeal you have to just put your hand up sometimes and say fairs fair. Davies spent the whole match living on the edge. Finally he fell on his sword. Ho hum.

It's transfer deadline day. So we may see some action ... well we've already got Souleymane Diawara in through the door. What with El Kak, and Djimmi in the back four it looks like Luke is going to have to learn French. I wonder if our lot will sing "Enger-land" when we play the Arse. Surely we can't do that now?????

At least the suns shinning.

My tune of the day: Bus Stop - Fatback Band