That is all…
England 0-2 Croatia – half time… useless fucking shits!
Still, all is not lost. At half time, Simon and I got my hamster, Dennis Wise, out. While hiding in his little house, we asked him if England would qualify, in somewhat of a Groundhog Day idea. Amazingly, Dennis let out a almighty, high-pitched squeak. Very strange as Wisey is normally a silent animal.
Unfortunately, I do not speak Hamstarian, so don’t know if that squeal was a “yes” or a “no”. Time will tell. Come on England.

England v Croatia.
Last chance saloon.
Nothing else matters.
Come on England.

Remember back in May, I spotted a fox in the ground-floor flat garden, and managed to get a photo of it (see here). Well I noticed him again this morning.
This latest fox photo isn’t as good the one back in May, mainly due to poor light, and the fact he was hiding in the trees at the foot of the garden.

Phew! I finally finished that “management-course-assignment-bollocks”. I have just e-mailed it off to the tutor. No doubt there will be things that need adding and removing, but for the moment, that’s one less thing for me to do; or as I like to put it, a monkey off my shoulder.
I’m off to play Fifa – something I have resisted all day!