I wasn’t going to comment on the Euro 2004 thingummy, although I was intensely amused by the Italians being knocked out as a result of a 2-2 draw between Denmark and Sweden – the pictures of the Swedes idly kicking the ball back and forth waiting for the whistle to blow for full time must have resulted in some extreme swearing from Italian fans back home.
What I couldn’t fathom, though, was the Beeb’s pundit’s comment that 2-2 is an "unusual score". Any idea where I could find stats on this to prove him wrong?
Sorry for being quiet – mostly due to work pressure, but also because I stepped out of life for a few hours yesterday to spend some time with H.
Normal service will be resumed shortly.
Visitor number 150,000 passed this way at 11.45pm yesterday, having arrived here by searching yahoo.com for "47kg propane". Hmm.
Well, it rained, although only in the form of showers, but enough to dent visitor numbers somewhat. But it wasn’t disastrous, and overall it’s been a pretty good weekend, providing someuseful income for PFE.
Next year will be the tenth Garden Event that I’ve organised at West Dean, a frightening statistic in itself. Already, we’re formulating ideas for ways to celebrate that – my favourite suggestion so far is a champagne bar.
Word of the day at dictionary.com is "yeasty" meaning full of life. I’m not sure that many people would find it flattering to be described as yeasty.
West Dean was very successful yesterday – if the weather holds, then today should be every bit as good. If you didn’t make it yesterday, (hi Sacha!) then come along today if you can.
In other matters: Black Eyed Peas – Let’s Get It Started. Surely I can’t be the only person who for ages has thought that they were singing "Let’s get retarded in here"
Happiness is getting a belated birthday present of two albums that absolutely nobody else would want to listen to. Yay! Thank you, brother.
See my Amazon wishlist here.
Today’s boring entry: I did lots of work today. Will you be visiting West Dean this weekend?
Time is flowing like a Gogol novel.
All good things today – more work successfully achieved in preparing West Dean for the Garden Event, followed by a long trans-Atlantic phone call.
Time for bed. Expect continued sporadicity.
Go and tell Robyn where you are, there’s a good chap/chapess.