Rugby Day

As it was the last day of the six nations, Saturday afternoon was spent in the pub, where a group of English men and one English woman (yours truly) found themselves in the unique position of cheering for France. A win by the French would have secured the tournament for England.
Sadly it was not to be, although when the french scored their last (disallowed) try I think they might have heard the screams from the pub as far away as Dieppe. So my husband consoled himself with another (five) pints, and I threw myself into making good headway through a bottle of chocolate Baileys (newly discovered that afternoon). Although to be honest, by 8 pm we were done, and sloped off home for a pizza.