Three lions on a shirt...

Do you have any idea what it's like working with colleagues  94% of whom are of the male persuasion, on the morning after a World Cup semi-final?

Walking into Binland yesterday morning, there was a depressing hush over the place as the boys contemplated the previous night's loss at football against a country who has a relatively small population.  Putting it bluntly, if you could could get all the people living in Birmingham and Sheffield to snuggle up together, that would be Croatia's population.

Deciding that a positive slant would be the best way forward, I greeted them all with a cheery, 'Morning all'.

And how did they react?

Master P was sadly humming 'It's staying put', to the tune of 'It's coming home'.  This was accompanied with head shaking and eye rolling for most of the morning.  There was also the risk of tears whenever Gareth Southgate was mentioned.

Master J, who is a little more pragmatic, swore a lot, but tried to cheer up Master P by interrupting his singing with, 'It's coming home...we just don't know when mate'.  He had also cancelled his optimistic day's holiday on Monday.

Mr W had his jaws clamped round a slice of cold pizza, and when I tried to talk to him about the match, he simply waved me away unable to look me in the eye.  He'd arranged a special barbecue on Sunday to coincide with the previously 'dead cert' final.  I would imagine that by now, the bunting may have been brought down, and the sausages put into the freezer.

Mr G, ever the optimist, is already setting his sights on the Euros (I have no idea what this means, but I think it's safe to presume that it involves a football and some of our neighbours across the Channel).

The husband and I had joined some neighbours to watch the match on Wednesday night, and as someone who can take or leave football, I was just glad that there was lovely food, followed by a very English pudding of profiteroles (this was down to the husband).  

Waking up yesterday morning, the husband said to me that he'd spent the whole night dreaming that he'd had plastic surgery.  He didn't say which part of him had been increased/decreased/lifted/removed/added but needless to say, the remains of the dream had left him feeling a little shaky.

But at least it took his mind off the result...

So here's to the Euros.

Whatever it/they is/are...