Saturday Stuff

First of all, I hope my last blog made sense. I wrote it in a bit of a hurry, in between meetings. I had thoughts in my head that I felt I needed to express, and didn’t worry about taking the time to filter or edit them. But isn’t that exactly what blogs are for???

Today we are football-ifying the entire site, in readiness for the final of the Euros tomorrow. Gavin has gone big with the purchase of bunting, pennants and flags, and I doubt there’s a beach ball available anywhere in Suffolk after he snapped up a whole vanload of them yesterday. Our maintenance guy is inflating them all tomorrow, with the plan being to fill the ballroom with them for kids to kick around while their dads drunkenly shout at the big screen.
It’s called ‘The Ballroom’ but I don’t want you to envisage something akin to the one at Blackpool Tower. Ours is only slightly bigger than our main bar, but it has a dancefloor that is approximately 65 metres square and a few disco lights, so they gave it an elaborate name in the hope that people would pay more for their drinks without complaining.

I genuinely do hope that England win the match, as I think the whole nation would be in a great mood for the rest of the Summer (and that could hopefully be carried on into August thanks to the Olympics) but I worry that Ted will die on the spot if they do. He was on the phone in tears after the Denmark semi-final, and Beryl told me she had feared his heart would give out when the game went to extra-time. I’d love to see him enjoy England lifting another trophy before he shuffles off this mortal coil. Not that I’m expecting him to drop dead any day soon, but soccer successes for our country do not come around very often and I can’t see him being alive for the next one.

RC 10-7-21