Towards the end

I got to work at 9.35 this morning and stopped at 9.55 this evening. My breaks were ten minutes walking down the road to lunch club and back for a hot meal that they kindly put in a box for me to eat at my desk, and another ten minutes walking to the shop and back for milk and biscuits for the training I was running this evening.

I took my only photo with my phone from the bridge on my way home. It reminds me of getting the primary-school powder paint too watery for the sugar paper.

Just after this I cycled past the Portuguese/Brazilian cafe. Vuvuzelas, whooping, an outdoor screen, drinking and shoulder-riding. Thus I knew that Wales was out.

I am very tired. I am going to bed.