At last something to watch on TV!
The World Cup 2018 has begun and for the next wee while we have three games a day to fill the screens. How lovely! Well that said I must state that this first game is living up to the usual forst game in a world cup, it's rubbish!
We have had the prelude, with Robbie Williams of all people, drawling while some dafties performed around him. That nice Mr Putin spoke about being careful of the doorhandles in the hotels while staring down at the Ukrainian representative. For some reason the image I saw was of that nice Mr Hitler opening the 1936 Olympics, maybe that's just me?
The first game has gone as feared. The Saudi's are full of zeal and the Russians, no great deal here, are well on top having scored two easy goals (as we speak). The early games are often full of fear as no-one wishes to lose a goal so as yet I see little excitement approaching. I will however check it out just in case.
This morning, long before you lot were up, with the dawn chorus in my ears I ate breakfast. Having burned eggs in the microwave I made coffee and sat there wondering who was burning plastic.
I soon realised it was me.
Somehow the hob rear had turned on! I didn't do it, but it was on.
This was unfortunate for the plastic container of biscuits was sitting on that hob ring hiding from the sun coming through the window. I grabbed the metal ladle more used to scraping eggs from the pan and scraped the melting morass from among the by now thick pungent smoke that was filling the place. This I threw into a bowl of water and removed the rest slowly dumping it also in the water to cool. All the while choking on the fumes which I must say were very strong! Quite how firemen cope with that in real time amazes me.
It took a long time to remove most of the smoke, the smell is still clearly noticeable, and the ring might be almost clear for the moment but I suspect requires more work. Good job I never use that one.
How stupid! How on earth did I manage to turn the hob on?
At least had the Robin entered at the time he would have had several open windows to leave by!
6 comments:
Soccer?
Urgh.
Rugby Union is so much more fun.
In Rugby, we can really smash the bastards.
Loved the picture of rifles. Any M14s?
A one man environmental disaster....I hope you did not inhale too much of the smoke while clearing up.
Mother will be glued to the box for the duration of the World Cup, so I will have to consult the TV schedules before daring to 'phone her...
Here the shops are selling beer and bags of snacks as if there is no tomorrow....government employees are able to make 'special arrangements' to watch the Costa Rica matches...not that it will disrupt anything as the entire population will be glued to the box at the same time.
My introduction to the event was going to see my lawyer and finding him on the sofa hiding his eyes as Belgium walloped Costa Rica 4-1...
TSB, Tsk, typical rugger lout. We can do the same in football, just watch that nice Mr Ramos playing for Spain. I think the M 14s are all out, some kids have taken to a school outing...
Fly, First games start at one each day, the third game finishes 9:10 pm. Not much time in between....
There is a seven hour time difference....I might just catch her after the last game...
Fly, Worth a try.
Fly, Saturdays game begins at 11, 2 and 5pm!
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