Millennium Bridge

After the excitement of the day before we collapsed into bed early last night and only woke up late this morning. I switched my phone on at 9am to see a message from Mrs S saying "How are you guys this morning", I texted her back to say we were just getting up and then got into the shower. Joe then gave me a shout to say "Mum wants to know if you want a burger for dinner". What? "Yeah, Mum has sent you a message and it says "Ideal Burger". I had to come back out of the bathroom to see what he was on about. It didn't say Ideal Burger it said "Idle Bugger".

That confusion over we picked up the newspapers and pored over them while Joe wolfed down his sausage butty and I drank a few coffees. Then it was a walk back to the Tate for more moaning from Joe and a quick photo of the bridge then back to the airport.

When we got back home, Joe watched the entire game again and the penalty shoot out twice. I enjoyed it much more this time knowing that we'd actually won.