Year, months-wise, half over

Despite myself, I did actually watch the England versus Germany game last night and in an unexpected turn, quite enjoyed it. Philippa, being sporty, wanted to watch ‘The Boys’ and show her support, so in a rare moment of marital solidarity I sat with her and forced myself to pay attention. It was nowhere near as bad as I anticipated, but I think I was probably just relieved not to be watching another match with Ted.
I won’t go on about it anymore, as I imagine those of you who like football are indulging yourself in other, more informed, people’s writings, and those of you who don’t like the sport are doing your best to ignore all the craziness, and would welcome my blog being the non-ball related haven that it normally is.
But I have to say, in passing, before I leave the world of overpaid games-playing behind, that I am very delighted to have two weeks of women in white outfits at Wimbledon. It is shameful, and not very modern of me, but it is an annual treat that I did not realise I had missed quite so much in Summer 2020.

RC 30-6-21