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TGIF

It's been a really long week and I'm so glad it's Friday. One more day home alone and I think I would have lost it! I think this week was a tough one for me because Wayne had to work part of the day last Saturday, so it was an extra day by myself. Plus, the football was on when he got home, so I might as well be by myself.
Soccer I'm not looking forward to the next three weeks with the world cup. I have a feeling we won't be getting out much, but I'm sure I'm not alone there! The English and their obsession with football (Soccer to Americans) is a strange phenomenon that's really hard to get used to. I can't believe how big it is. It's all anyone has talked about for weeks with the world cup coming and there are England flags everywhere (funny how they're only patriotic when it comes to football)! It is slightly contagious because I have to admit that even I will be watching the England matches. It's the rest of the games that will bore me (yes, even the US team).
We're going out tonight for a couple of drinks and spending a quiet one alone afterwards. Now that I'm looking forward to! Tomorrow, we'll be at Doug's house for the game and probably again on Sunday. Luckily, Doug is not a football fan so we'll spend the day sunning in his back garden while Wayne watches the football on the big screen TV. Looks like everyone wins (for the weekend anyway, but I'll be stuck with match after match during the week)!
Anyway, I'm in better spirits today with the weekend arriving. Thanks so much to everyone that's offered support in the last month or so - it's really been lovely Happy

Comments

bizofknowledge said…
Sounds like it will be a fun couple of weeks in London... or for however long England stays in the World Cup. They were looking good today!
Sara said…
Was thinking about marketing 'World Cup Widows' events like they do in the states for fishing/hunting... my friend Jane says it's a good idea. Must market such idea. You're not allowed to steal it.

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