In sickness and in health

Mrs. anglosaxy is a little the worse for wear today, looks like the flu is kicking in. That means I'm doing my Florence Nightingale act, while harbouring suspicions that this is all a reaction to Euro 2004...

It's funny how a few games of football can bring out the best and worst in the female species. I can always guarantee that she indoors will desire a hug or other similar intimacy whenever a big game is on. And then there are the questions: "Who is the guy in the black and why isn't anyone passing the ball to him?" or "Why isn't Thierry Henry playing for England?"...