The baby chucking its dummy out of the pram!

I'm aware that starting out with 'I've not been well recently' is almost certainly going to get the same response as a gaggle of geese bumping into a maniac pointing two nasty looking shotgun barrels at them.  But what the hell, life's not life without being overly male and wanting a cuddle as I suck my thumb, whilst feeling enormously sorry for myself.
     But of more importance the World Cup has finally died an undignified death and for the first time ever I managed to go an entire WC without seeing a single ball being kicked, which has been enormously satisfying, particularly during the final ten days or so when I was beside myself with rage.  I just found it so utterly, utterly, obscene that the stupid football was being played whilst close to the stadiums children were dying from starvation, poverty and a lack of the most basic healthcare.  I have to say the devil got the better of me and I protested vehemently, posting some youtube videos on my social networking page, the videos weren't intended to please anyone, and if nothing else did kick up a bit of a fuss in one particular quarter, who complained I'd gone too far.
    The weather's been a bit too much lately and the constant heat isn't exactly helping the temper any.  Of course drinking ice cold frappes is helping, bringing with it fond memories of summers spent in Greece where I lived for four years, the bad bits seem to be somewhat hazy and I'm sort of thankful for that.  The strange thing is that the fondest memories are of the 10pm dinners along the sea front, lazily sipping ouzo and eating meze.  I do so miss the joys of eating octopus and kalimari, soaking up the juices with chunks of fresh bread.  But you move on in life, don't you?
    I know this is a bit of a wobbly blog, with me as the baby chucking its dummy out of the pram.  Having written this I now understand why the Australians called the English 'whinging poms'.  But you can't help but love 'em for all that!