Thank goodness the WC finished early this morning with
A few hours before the finals, Sophie texted me to say she was going for the
Life can be back to normal from now onwards until the next WC in four years’ time. Not that my life was turned upside down or downside up.
I like to watch football but not at the hours they were being played. And I would not be able to watch it during the early evening hours since the rest of the household would be watching their favourite programme.
People had been coming in late for work and made up the time at the end of the day as long as the WC was on.
This morning one person even woke up after 8a.m. and called to say she would be late.
And Paul the Octopus should be knighted to become Sir Paul before becoming calamari rings and
Was it sheer coincidence this creature predicted correctly eight of the latter WC matches?
