I put them in my basket, paid for them, packed them, got home, put the grill on and they weren't there. So what happened? Everything else is in my bag which means they either oddly dropped out by their own accord or there is a crumpet thief operating in the West London area. Six Sunblest beauties that could be happily nestling in my belly right now have gone AWOL on the Harrow Road. Boo.
Anyway, it's been an odd few days. Not a great week for my blessed boys. I laid low for a few days after our exit from the Champion's League WHICH WE GOT TO THE FINAL IN LAST YEAR so it's not quite as bad as people might like it to seem. I am feeling remarkably proud and positive and have huge faith we shall have claimed said trophy in the very near future. So many great things are happening that I really don't feel bad about this year at all. In fact I am well pleased we swung into action quite so suddenly with the amount of changes that have been underway. I do have to wonder as many are which way Mr Wenger may swing on the Thierry Henry front this summer. This could be seen by some as extremely good timing to take a nice pot of gold to carry on investing in our future with, so who knows what the great man will decide. Either way, it's onwards and upwards for the Arsenal as far as I'm concerned.Anyway, back to crumpets. Something I best mention at this point - in case you haven't had the displeasure as yet - is the disgraceful attempt by "kingsmill" that appear to have shit the helves I mean hit the shelves. A tasteless puffy dumpling like bellyache bun that they dare to adorn with the name crumpet. It's nooooooooo good man. Anyone who disagrees at this point shall be tied down and have rusty nails inserted into each and every one of their taste buds before being shot at dawn. Erm, only kidding but I really disliked 'em.Right. I'm off to finish my work for Monday via a DVD shop where I intend to pick up Borat because I still haven't seen it and I have nieces and nephews coming out of my ears and I need to keep them occupied with something other than boxing which keeps ending in black eyes and tears. When will I ever learn?
