The winner takes it all...

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Oh my goodness, I am just in heaven.  If this weather lasts till the end of September, I'll be as happy as Victoria Beckham at a royal wedding (small attempt at sarcasm there).  Mind you, I have noticed that there is a race on at the moment as to who gets brownest first.  Me or the back lawn. This has turned the colour of salt and vinegar crisps over the last few days, and I can almost hear it snapping underfoot as I trot out to the deckchair.

The other good thing about the weather is that it gives me somewhere else to be other than in front of the television watching various overpaid divas kicking a ball about.  Yesterday, as you probably all know, whether you're interested or not, England were playing the mighty force which is Panama.  Daughter number two, who was here for deckchair and food, headed into the lounge at 1.00 on the dot to join in with the husband's shouts of support, derision, disgust and joy (depending on which part of the game was being watched at that particular time,

'Are you coming in to watch the match', she asked me.  'No, I have a great book on the go, so I'm not moving', I replied.  Ever thoughtful to my needs, she said, 'Not to worry, I'll leave the patio doors open so that you can hear the match from the deckchair'.

Marvellous.

I had been quite happy listening to the birds trilling and the distant hums of mowers as I read my book, but this was soon drowned out by shrieks of, 'Get in, you legend!' and 'What are you playing at you bloody fool?'

Anyway, I managed to read and snooze though most of it, just dipping in to see the one Panama goal.  I adored their supporters' reactions to having scored just one goal against England's six, and I compared it to the morose reactions to our team's defeats over the years.  The joy on their faces was stunning, and when you think how far they have travelled to watch the games, it almost made me want them to win.  Even their manager was disproportionately elated which I thought wonderful. 

Let's all try and be a bit like Panama this week, shall we...

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