The grumpy one was in full flow this morning! only this time it was not me, it was the turn of young Finch who had a severe dose of the hump, the previous 24 hours had not gone well for the poor lad, he had gone to the Valley to see Charlton slaughter lower league opposition, sadly the mighty reds lost 1-0 to Yeovil, cue young Finch demanding the head of Alan Pardew on a platter, on top of that the poor lad needed to be here to sign his passport documents, so first thing this morning my ex let me know he had just left hers in a very grumpy manner indeed, he had got up ignored everyone who spoke to him (in the case of Timmy its understandable) and came over, the daft sod had left his keys here, so he gave the door a good hammering and then proceeded to sulk...big time, now I really have no idea where he gets this grumpiness from! he duly signed the document amidst protests, then sat on the sofa and stared at the wall ignoring my offers of breakfast, the only thing that managed to distract him from all this was The Stig on tv trying to catch a tube, finally he spoke "i am going back to mum's" and the visit was over, in this mood I am grateful he is with her til next week.

Sadly my good mood of late was destroyed by the hordes of tourists in the Victoria area, jesus they don't seem to look where they are going, and then stand in places that are just so fucking stupid!!! I had some rather anglo saxon words with one who I think was Italian, who stupidly ground to a halt directly in front of me leaving me no time to either stop or avoid the stupid pasta munching git, he said something to me in Italian which I did not understand but I think he got the idea of where I was coming from, I may also have mentioned that I was surprised he had not retreated into me as the Italian Army would! hell hath no fury than a Finch bumped into!! Twats...

Then to cap it all I have come home to a delivery of a mountain bike...nice i hear you say, well I have not ordered the bloody thing! from time to time Two Heads (ex wife) orders things and has them delivered here if I am in and she is out, so I rang and its nowt to do with her, so in my hall I have a rather large box, so I contacted Argos who delivered the thing and they insist it is for a Mrs King who lives at this address...hmmm now last time I looked it was just me and the lad that lived here, I have spoken to several neighbours, none of whom have any idea who Mrs King is, Argos say its been delivered to the correct address and wont collect it! all very strange and leaves me unsure about what to do next..
Lastly watching Sky Sports News I saw Jeff Winter, former Premier League ref who is used by Sky to comment on anything relating to referee stories, he was on telling us how players have no respect for refs, is it any wonder when twats like him do the job? get this fool of my TV, if I want to watch a twat on tv I will tune into James Allen on ITV, who thankfully will be out of work soon when F1 moves to BBC!!!
There that feels better............