yet... 23 March 2009
Yes, it was an amazing sporting weekend for the Irish and just when I thought it might be so for me too my (soccer – for those beyond these seas) team, Aston Villa – also beloved of Nigel Kennedy and Tom Hanks – were THRASHED 5 nil by Liverpool…ah well, it was almost pride before a fall, but in a really good way, though it still REALLY HURTS – we looked AWFUL and they TOOK US APART.
As to the Irish celebrations and all of the raw emotion involved, a friend was heard to utter today ‘I had difficulty explaining to my wife why I was crying after the game but had not at the birth of our first child…’ – there it is in a nutshell. my dears.
I think the rugby win alone has surely lifted the drinks industry out of recession – that goes for the Welsh as well as Irish system there. And spirits (no pun intended) are lifted in these dark times. It is still a huge buzz to think of it!
Slowly and surely I am getting the house back to the way it should look – which means it must be time for the builders to come back and wreck it – for they are not done – oh no…at least one more BIG week to go…
And I haven’t even contemplated the garden though it is CALLING me now weeping, as it is, in neglect. I don’t want to upset or disturb the birdies too much, however. They are having a wonderful time out there recently – it’s theirs really and I shouldn’t interfere. I’ll reclaim the bits they’re not interested in – decking and so on.
Did a lot of Russian homework today – it took HOURS and my head REALLY hurt afterwards…I’ve also spotted one BIG spelling mistake even before the corrections come in, so I am despondent. I feel I’ll never get the hang of it even in the slightest. It is so totally different from English and our alphabet and way of thinking…and complicated, in spite of the logic it may follow. I feel like a proper dunce.
Onwards and upwards, mes amis…
