11th July, 2018.
I am officially going to be stuck indoors, today.
At least, until three thirty, when I go to work.
Waiting … for an electrician to turn up, to fix my birth room light.
Birth room?
Bathroom!
On the down side?
I won’t get out of the house until this afternoon.
On the upside?
At least I can fill in a few forms.
After yesterday’s doctor’s appointment? I’ve a few that need doing.
~≈§≈~
As you might have guessed?
The England football squad will be facing Croatia, tonight: at seven pm BST.
As a non fan?
Good luck to the team.
But frankly?
I could happily ignore the game at work.
The jingoistic triumphalism that assumes that — as I’m alive and breathing — I’m going to wet my pants when Kane, Alli, Maguire et al, walk onto the pitch.
Is something I can’t ignore, as it’s thrust into my face, every time a game’s on.
Must to my protest.
If you’re watching the game?
Please do not inflict your assumptions — or the singing — onto me or other fans.
~≈§≈~
