Well. Morning all....

FA Cup Final day is upon us. The big one this year in case you don't already know is between Alex Ferguson's Manchester United and the Rouble funded London divas (Pronounced DEEVA's not divers,) "CFC." (translated as Chelsea Football Club OR a deadly gas that destroys the ozone layer when released into the atmosphere....)

So. From my UN-biased corner, may the most passionate team today win!

Waking up today was strange. No water surrounding my quarters, no bright sunshine filling my room and no one to bring me my breakfast. It's funny how I take to that type of drastic lifestyle change like a duck to water. I can cope with being spoilt. Although, you can't really beat the comfort of my new bed so I did sleep like a baby last night and wake to the added luxury of a little furry nose pressed up against mine for a snuggle. Cutie. Oh, and a 30 degree turn to the right and there is the delightful Queen Bee, all glistening and ready for action. Yeah, maybe it's not so bad to be home after all, :-D.

Oh, a little note I forgot to mention. Anybody get hold of Prince tickets? I mean the 30 odd quid variety, not the Gold Circle posh ones which is all I could get my mitts on. Anyway - let me know if you happen to come across any as I fancy seeing the little munchkin from, err, well, any angle I can. And even if I AM dead excited by seeing the purple one, no, I won't go and try to straddle the poor man as some nutty girl did if I do get pulled onto the stage - but if I'm near one of his guitars then who knows?! ;-P

Right. Food, guitar and football. Perfect Saturday antics and the last in a while, those non football fans will be pleased to know. I'll have to start writing about summit else for the summer.... and don't worry - I'm not a cricket fan.

Laters,

XXXX