Tomorrow it will be Friday, again, so that means we will have been back a week. For me that has been a week of erratic sleep hours, crashing out completely at about 9p.m. and waking up at anywhere between 1230 and 0300 in the night. I have tried to force myself to stay in bed and so on, have meals at UK times… nothing worked and I am just getting over it, sort of.
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The world, of course, is once again completely out of touch with me as they all go nuts over that game where not very fit men kick a ball up and down a grass field for lots of money. I have tried to watch. I am English. I feel I should watch BUT there is SO little imagination in this game I find it SO boring. Yesterday whilst having a cuppa I switched on to see a man called Rooney miss a wide open goal and later get sent off to have a rest. None of these footballers have anywhere near the fitness, stamina, reaction speed of a pro tennis player, and that has been more than proved this week.
Maybe we should send the football team off for tennis training?
Then the commentators were absolutely raving about England winning 1-0. As far as I could see they only managed to struggle one ball into the net of a team from the Methodist Youth Club of a place called Slovenia. I can’t imagine Germany are quaking in their boots.
What else? Why doesn’t wee Andy Murray take some elocution lessons to project his voice upwards from that miserable muttering? I listen and grow more and more convinced he is Gordon Brown’s love child.
As for Gordon, where has he gone? I suspect that all along he has known where Osama Bin Laden lives, and has moved in with him…