Balls

The office today is a bit quieter than this time yesterday. We had most of the warehouse staff piling in with beer and crisps to watch the football live on the telly. Tom isn’t much of a sports fan, so normally when there’s a tournament on people are calling in sick or sneakily watching it online, but with him at home changing nappies and warming milk bottles Philippa decided to make it a party. Someone called ‘Riggsy’ set up a 32-inch Panasonic TV, we tuned it to BBC1, and threw open the doors to the masses. I’m slowly warming to football, but I didn’t ‘get into it’ with the gusto of the others, most of whom seemed on the brink of emotional collapse for 90 minutes.
At 5pm we turned the phones back on, happy about England’s glorious win, but facing the wrath of 17 customers who had been trying to get through and complain coz their delivery drivers were late….
I imagine lots of wallpaper trucks were parked in lots of laybys and tuned to lots of sports stations this afternoon…

I saw Ted last night to discuss the match. He is happier than a pig in poo and can’t wait to ‘stuff the Germans’ on Sunday. Together we watched The Most Ridiculous Tennis Match In History - John Isner and Nicholas Mahut locked at 59-59 in the last set when bad light stopped play. Ted says it’s the equivalent of a World Cup football match where the penalty shoot-out goes on for longer than the match itself. I don’t know enough about either sport to comment really. I just wish it was Caroline Wozniacki and Daniela Hantuchova slogging it out and sweating for 10 hours. That would put even me on the brink of emotional collapse.

RC 24-6-10