Look Away Now

A day of much concrete making, after a potter round the harbour delivering the glum work party to the workboat.
And then it was a spruce up and up to the daughter’s with beer and snacks. For England were playing Croatia in the semis, and the daughter is half English of course, whereas I’m one eighth English (a Cumbrian great granny) and neither of us is remotely Croat, so you know who we were supporting. That’s how these things work isn’t it?
As it was, after a wonderful start, the boys from down south got very tired and got the run around, big style, so that’s them oot. But who to support in the final? And will my support have any bearing on the outcome or is it like attending an anti Trump rally?