Today I finished work at 2:30. Nearly 3 hours before I'm meant to. Why you ask? The World Cup of course! I'm not into football at all (sacrilege I know) but I skipped out with everyone else, strolling through an overly busy village to home as everyone else rushed to get to their rightful location by kick off at 3pm.
Where was I at 3? I was delivering a plant to my Granny for her birthday and drinking lemonade. I most certainly was not watching the football. Now it's all over and after two horrendous draws we've only bloody won one. England 1 - 0 Slovenia. Awesome considering we were literally booing our own players just the other day. More importantly for me it means the boy will be happy, we won and we're still in the World Cup... Well, he'll be happy with the result, he most definitely will not be happy that he had patients all afternoon (he's just about to start his final year as a dentistry student) and I had the time off and still didn't watch the match.
What matters though is that my Gran loved her plant.