New link and what about tickets for Watford huh!

Good evening to one and all.

You may notice a new link at the base of this blog, over on the right hand side there.

Many years ago, Cheryl used to babysit this innocent little girl up in North Devon. Well, like all innocent little girls she has gone and grown up. Not happy living in a lovely sunny stress free part of the world off she went to that loony country, king of all loony countries, Holland. Of course you may know it as Netherlands, warned you it was loony!

When we lived in Germany we used to visit Holland whenever we could. Roermond had a fantastic little eatery, the Jerusalem. It was excellent and always one of our main points of call. That and the Foxy in Rheindahlen woods of course.

Anyway, loved the Dutch. Brits from Britain, Germans from Germany, French from France and Dutch from Holland / Netherlands. Told you didn't I. Can't think of any other Nationality that does that. Americans from America, Australians from Australia, Kiwis from New Zealand?

Still, click the link and have a look at Zoe's blog.

To change the subject. The super Greens versus Watford. Current rumour is priority for tickets to Season ticket holders, then those who have stubs from Colchester game or Stoke game, then anyone else. Does anyone know if this rumour is true?

Al and I couldn't get to Colchester game. 8 year old with school the next day and late kick offs don't match. Thinking of going to Stoke game anyway but would be a bonus if we could get Watford tickets as well. Al is on my back already about going to see the mighty greens humiliate the premiership side!

Bring on Watford

Just a quickie today.

In work we were huddled around the radio at 13.30 local time. The hush broken only by the incessant chattering of women and those people silly enough to be working at such a tense moment.

The draw for the quarter finals of the FA Cup 2007. Argyle were there for only the second time in our history. Last time around we had beaten Derby County on the road to the semi finals. On that occasion we were felled by a very lucky Watford team.

Who would we get this year, we had again seen off Derby County. We were ball number four. Manchester United, Chelsea and Arsenal all stood waiting. They were all drawn out, still no number four.

The draw was moving to its climax. All the big teams had gone. Only two teams were left in. We knew we were to play Watford - but where?

Prayers were said the length and breadth of the room. The ball for the home team was drawn, NUMBER FOUR. We were home. If we wanted to have a chance of proceeding to the semi finals we had the best chance that providence could give us. This tie is winnable. We know Watford are Premiership, but they were the weakest ones on offer.

We will take this draw!

Now the next problem - TICKETS!!!!!!!

Derby County crushed

It is with great cheer that I have to report that the mighty Plymouth Argyle marched into the quarter finals of the FA cup today with a 2-0 victory over Championship table toppers Derby County.

It is with even greater cheer that I can say that yours truly and Alice were at the match. It should be noted that neither Arsenal or Manchester United were able to make it through today. Both were at home and both failed to win. Liverpool were knocked out in an earlier round.

The mighty Greens are in the "hat" for the draw on Monday.

Alice and I were in full voice, along with what looked a fairly well full stadium, to cheer on our heroes. Wembley? Been there once and won - why not this year???

Cheryl is 37

When I was younger I always thought that those old gits that said things like "I just don't know where the time has gone" or "policemen look like little boys", were just grumpy old men.

I have joined the ranks. I remember being 37 and looking forward to retiring from the RAF. Becoming a pensioner and getting a stress free job. Spending time at home. You know - things of that sort.

I read once that time is relative to the age of the person living it. To a five year old 20 minutes is an eternity, double maths for a fourteen year old is sheer hell, me at 55 I have no idea where the hell time goes! It is supposed to be something to do with the brain judging time based on it's own experience, if you have lived 55 years then 20 minutes as a proportion of that time isn't a lot (unless you happen to be sitting in a dentist chair, but that is a separate theory!). If you are five then 20 minutes as a proportion of your life is a lot!

Back to the subject at hand. Cheryl is 37 today. Doesn't seem that long ago I was pushing a car in the pouring rain to get Val to hospital to deliver Ches into the world! Today I find myself helping my granddaughter to create a blog for her and her best friend (see the link below). Ah well, let's just hope Argyle can beat Derby on Saturday and get a good draw in the next round of the FA cup!

Blackmail attempt

It is with great sadness that I have to report an attempt to blackmail this blogmaster.

Read the comments from the penguin update blog below and all will be revealed. I ask you, is it not enough that we have the pressure of a still missing Tommy added to the prospect of becoming a penguin for the day? More pressure in an attempt to do what? I ask.

Turning my ever faithful wife into a person craving an old photo? Is this civilised behaviour I ask you?

There is, however, a problem with this ill conceived plan. I don't recall ever being in a church choir. I don't recall being dressed up as a choirboy.

In the world of digital photography and the ability to do what you like with a photo, I ask can a photo be trusted? Is it suitable evidence? I think not! Just look at the photo above. Hah!

Penguin update

I was wondering around downstairs when I came upon this photo. I assume that Val has got it from her sister, Sylvia.

I thought you may like to see Val and her nephew Glynn back in the days of innocence.

Don't you just love the Nora Batty tights .. Hee! Hee!

And Glynn can't laugh, he really went to great lengths to smarten himself up for this one.

We have got a cracking one of Glynn doing his Paul Daniels impression. We were not going to publish it, but of course if requests were made...........

You will note that Val is using her pre veneer smile!

Anyway. Rocky has just rung so I can update you on the penguin situation. Alice has been laughing at me since she read the tailors card, but I am glad to inform all that it may all be a big mistake. You see, when we went down to the tailors for me to get measured they had this film crew there, something about channel four. I reckon they mistook me for one of the glamorous film stars and got flustered, hence the error. All very clear and logical to me now!

I'm a nurse!

Over this weekend Alice came down with a touch of heavy cold. She was over with Silvia baking scones, and no I didn't get one, when she came over all shivery. We actually met George in Morrisons and he told us that Al was at their place sitting on the fire wrapped in a blanket.

You may have read in the paper about the little girl who died in Plymouth this week with the "flesh eating disease". Ches rang me Saturday having put two and two together and getting two thousand six hundred and twenty three! A quick call to NHS Direct (one thing this Government has got right!) settled things down and got a bit of reality into the show.

Ches and Al around for dinner on Sunday. Al obviously with a very heavy cold. We were all surprised that Val accepted it for what it was and didn't do her normal "Alice is very ill it's time to panic" thing. They stayed Sunday night as it was unlikely that Al was school bound today. Much to my amazement we got a fairly decent nights kip.

Today I headed off to work as normal. Within half an hour got the call. Vals hands were playing up when I left home, but we thought we could get away with it. She got up soon after I left and found that her feet were not working either. I headed home.

Val full of pills. Breakfast for all. Al dosed up with whatever, including a very heavy coughing fit when I was rubbing in the Vic - tickled you see. Vals cuppa in our special don't spill (well not a lot if it's picked up right away) cup. Me down to docs to pick up prescription. Down to Chemist to get stuff for Al as advised by the Chemist. Back home. Move Al upstairs with all her stuff then back down for Disney Channel. Another cup of tea. Lucozade for Al. I'm bloody knackered, they have a radio each for communication and are giving me the run around. And Holly reminding me it was her lunchtime. Oh to get back to work!!!!