Dear God please may we win today as I donât want another Saturday evening spoiled venting my spleen on the internet and if our cat stays out tonight I think she may freeze to death. Please let it be that Morgan plays as on cold nights I do appreciate my hot Horlicks and if he doesnât play the very lovely Mrs Godders goes to bed early in a sulk and leaves me to fend for myself and I donât know how to boil milk. If you make these two wishes come true then you will make me very happy, the very lovely Mrs Godders will have a big smile on her face too and our cat wonât run of up the garden the minute I get back from the game and not come home until the following morning when she thinks she wonât get kicked. For my part I of course will promise to try and be very good.
