The King of Football

I have no idea, it was two days ago now, and I'm just...I've got no idea.

I had a picnic in Mother's rose garden for Guinevere. It was perhaps...well...forward and everything.

I orignally planned to serve roast chicken, because even if Mother's garden is covered it's still winter. However, cooking is not strong point...in other words I completely buggered it up. It was unsalvagable so instead I made honey sandwiches. You can't really mess up a sanadwich can you?

You can mess up pouring out drink however...which I did. Well played, Pendragon, well played.

And I'm so...well it's just embarrassing but while we cleaning the spilled lemonade up, well (this is so childish!) but our hands sort of met and I blushed like a complete moron.

Honestly, I've dealt with football groupies for years now, so I really shouldn't be acting like this, it makes Merlin look suave.

I should lay off Merlin, really, he's done a lot for me in regards to Guinevere...I should actually thank him.

If I can get a hold of him that is...