Leggings - on the 6th day of November

On the 6^th November – two men proved to me....

that they were still trying to play out their game.

Isn't it a shame?

Yesterday morning I went out to work, and spent some time first looking for card plastic envolopes – the kind you put around the finished craft cards to keep them clean and displayable. The shop had sold me the craft card pack, yet didn't have the corresponding size plastic envolope. I was a bit miffed and was about to go out to find if anyone else had them when I saw the old Police man (or someone who looked like him) at the customer service desk. He was angry, red faced. The man at the desk was refusing to do something, loudly.

“We told you last time, we're not taking part!” he said clearly, “Please stop it, we told you. We decided!”

The old police man rushed out ahead of me into the shopping mall. I went out afterwards. I was glad they'd made a decision.

I wandered back up the mall, found the piggie in the window of the football club, and stood admiring him. I was wondering whether to pick him up for my Everton loving daughter up north. In case she wanted a bit of colour on her cabinet. Heavy with the Everton cups of course. Well of course! Last year she threatened me when I was kind enough to suggest I sent her a lovely scarfed jumper in beautiful Norwich colours. What is wrong with the girl? She'd have been outstanding on the stands – everyone would have recognised her instantly!

I shouldn't laugh, she's presently in hospital. Very poorly. Hasn't been well for ages. I hope she doesn't come under the NHS service cuts, which are supposed to segregate folks from treatment.

Anyway the terrible thoughts of what she would say to me if her Christmas hamper turned up with a Norwich Piggie in it, were so bad, I fled up to the cafe on the corner. I sat down with a cappichino, and I was forced again to listen to the same type of flannel from another man. This time he was exceptionally large. Someone said he was a sacked footballer. He'd been eating the piggies!

He asked the cafe staff help him upset me, they refused. They were cross and told him off, he went out quite quickly into the mall and up towards the Norwich football club shop. I've no idea if it wa s true about him being a sacked footballer or not. Or if this has to do with the football club.

Years ago we owned most of the riverside down that end, and some of Carrow Road. Did I own the football grounds or something to prompt this kind of madness.... If I do then they should offer me a tiny rent (peppercorn) if they can, and that should end this kind of fanatical madness from their fans. I don't hate football or the local fans, I was so careful of my children, I didn't want them at risk. So I didn't want them to play it.  My time at school after the accident was all about being hurt again!

I have a free book out at present for those of you that haven't tried my books. Its very amateur and belongs to the time I first put the books out. Then again its free! A simple ebook for those of you who'd like to know if the stories and poems are any good. Details are pinned in http://www.facebook.com/classypenquinchild

and you're welcome by the way!