Everyone Seems to Know the Score...

I had to leave the house.

Gone are the days of my Boy sitting on the couch contemplating the rights and wrongs of the beautiful game, with Tooli sitting between them, contemplating the biceps and buttocks of the beautiful players.

Boy was on Skype, watching the Match on a Spanish feed, Himself was on the couch shouting down the computer to Boy. Tooli was reading up on the personal specs of all the players, and deciding which one she would consider suitable wag partner material.

I stood in the kitchen and chatted to K, and down the interwebnet we put the world to right and bad men in their place.

Then as it went into second half, I went to restore my soul by soaking in the sunset. The beach was chilly - windy. But the light was beautiful. So I drove a bit, and enjoyed the bursts of sunsets, as I drove up little hills and dipped into valleys again.

And then I stopped, checked the score. Sighed, and came home.

And then I remembered.

NEW MATTRESS!!! Sleep will be AMAZING tonight!