Well, we’re back from Norfolk. And a bloody good week it was, too. Although I have to say I’m heartily sick of a) the World Cup in general, and b) Wayne Fucking Rooney in particular.

Anyway, plenty of photos – some of which may even make it online at some point soon – and pleasantly tanned arms. The meeting with the IFA went well, answered a lot of questions, and has given me a shitload of work to do.

Other than that, well, now it’s the weekend. And I plan to go shopping while the England match is on – the shops should be nice and quiet…