Stalk This!

Govelling apologies to anyone misreading the superficially frivolous tone, and not seeing the pain beneath.

I really want to be able to sing a Go Pumas type rugby ditty.

I had to go in and get some 'stuff' for this evening's meal this afternoon and that's how I learned that I have MULTIPLE STALKERS.

These bitterly disappointed people wanted to get me in a corner and mock; they're English and their rugger buggers stuffed um, our, er manly types.

I rarely put much thought into the clothes I'm wearing beyond ascertaining that they're clean and essentially cover all the bits that really ought to be covered (these days, and hereinafter). It was only when I walked in and the first person to spot me greeted me with "so you're still wearing a rugby shirt" I realised what I'd done. I'd gone and walked up there wearing the Cotton Traders shirt I'd over optimistically bought before the last world cup.

Bugger, indeed.

All that remains to be said (once more) is thank whatever the Kiwis were stuffed too.

Well at least I have something to celebrate after this otherwise dismal weekend - my first and multiple stalkers. Yippee.