World Cup diary
Even if Scotland didn't qualify to participate in the World Cup 2010 (sigh!), I am participating — sometimes unintentionally.
We watch England and the United States draw one-all. We feel the pain of Robert Green as he lets in the American goal.
Australia is playing Germany. I have no idea what the weather's like in Durban, but it is bucketing down where I live, which means we can't watch the match because the satellite dish is not rainproof. We listen to the match on the radio. Germany beats Australia four-nil!
I'm in the empty beer garden, enjoying a bit of peace and quiet after work. Japan is playing Cameroon on the big screen in the corner. No one is watching. Paaaaarp! Two boys blow on their vuvuzelas. They're really loud. There goes my peace and quiet!
I download a vuvuzela for my phone. If you can't beat them, join them!
A colleague of my husband's comes by with his decorated car: Wing-mirror socks, flags and a car Mohawk — plastic hair for your car! All in black, red and gold (yellow), of course. Our car looks naked in comparison — and bald.
I have to take the kids to the dentist. Portugal is playing Ivory Coast on the screen where I usually have to cringe at close-ups of my teeth. I think I prefer the football — although the sounds of spectators, commentators and vuvuzelas seem strange in the surgery.
I order socks for the car.
Switzerland beats Spain. Hooray for the underdog! Bad news for my football-pool forecasts. Let's see what happens on Monday — maybe I can still win the €205.
My students talk to me about the World Cup for about an hour. Today I've learned more than they have, but they've definitely talked more than I have.
Germany's playing Serbia. Will you be watching? How's your World Cup been so far? Why don't you write and let me know?