A late night last night, not asleep til two
Then up at nine for work, manager's ill
With my old cold! It was the leaving do
Of Chris Golightly, so I ate my fill
Of buffet, with two pints of porter swilled
Back to the office, drank coffee and tea
And soon I had recovered rather well
Reading training stuff, chatting to Viki
At home just went on Facebook, and watched the
England / San Marino match, easy to
Predict a win for the Whites there. Eight-nil
Was the final score. Even Wayne Rooney
Got on the scoresheet. Ashley Young did, too
Tomorrow, me and Josie lunch with Pearl
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