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Day 158 – Awake by dawn to witness a dream come true

June 24, 2010 at 12:49 am (Uncategorized)

I am struggling with my sleep at the moment so when the dawn chorus began this morning I was already awake and by about 5.30am I decided to call it a night and just open my eyes.  One of the lovely ladies whose works I follow, Rebecca Allison is doing a short blog every day on each sunrise.  I really enjoy it and though I was shattered it was nice to see the sun as it began to leak through the curtains, though I do plan to buy some 1950′s style black out sheets to prevent this occurring in the future.

Perhaps the reason I struggled to sleep last night is the approaching clash between England and Slovenia.  I have followed most of our group stage matches as well as some of the other big games.

I believe the only one who is hoping that England go out today will be my mother who asked yesterday whether if England go out there will be an end to all this horrible football.  She has not been happy to relinquish her general hold of the remote control, but with three of us joining together in the visual coup we have just about defeated her.  After being told that there was still at least another two weeks to go of the world cup which we would want to be watching regardless of the England result she has been sulking and now takes to asking questions like whose that every time Capello or one of the players comes on screen.  Me and the giant are for once united in our annoyance at these underhand tactics to take back the reigns but we shall carry on united and divided until the end, much indeed like the England team.

As the match was on, we somehow managed to finish the paper up two hours ahead of schedule and because of this were allowed to go out to watch the match at the pub.  It was brilliant and though I think I may now need to have a fringe to disguise the wrinkles caused by the stress of today’s match, the look will be worth it if we can just get through to the quarter finals.  If not I shall revert back to my Irish heritage, we can stand strong in the knowledge that though we were denied our opportunity to attain the World Cup by the hand of Henri, karma has interfered or the hand of God to punish the French team all the way back to their homeland.  Had we got through myself and all of Ireland our safe in the knowledge that we would have beaten you all, England included.

Though we did return to work after the match to do some subbing, my pint and a half had left me a little tipsy.  Though I did try to help I may have been a tad over enthusiastic with my red pen and before long I was sent home.  I will sleep well tonight, our dream and the hopes of our nation have come true this dayT.

• Today’s dress is from my mysterious dress donor who continues to send a package every week of at least two dresses.  These have been a life saver and without which my supplies may well have run out by now.  There is always a letter along with them though there are still no further clues though I still have my suspicions about the Polish Princess, we shall soon see as I have a plan to seek out the identity of the MDD.  More details to follow.  The dresses they send are always work suitable and I chose this one because it was as close as I could get to the England kit without stealing an XXXL shirt and keeping my back to the wall all day.  It does not have a label but I think it could be hand made and looks as though it may have been made in the 1960s or 1970s though I do not know for sure.