I think I am making slow progress after spending all day in bed today.
It was difficult to get to sleep again last night with my flesh zipper stinging like mad.
Next year I may well stand outside Marks and Spencer for 4 hours waiting to buy socks just to feel the same as I did today.
Using the full power of wireless internet I tried all afternoon to buy Dad´s birthday present from my bed.
I was number 4387 in the cyber queue on the FA website, then 1727, then thrown out for the umpteenth time.
I told Esther that some virtual Peruvians were pushing in at the front.
Eventually after giving up more times than I care to remember, I went from1412 in the queue straight to credit card authorisation so Dad plus one other are going to the new Wembley a week Saturday to see the first game there.
It might be me, Frankenstein groin wound permitting.