World Cup Fever

England played their fouth game in the World Cup today. It was a typical workmanlike performance with just one goal. It is very hard to get excited about England winning when they games are so dull. The only compensation is that when (almost wrote "if" - forty years of hurt never stops me dreaming etc etc) they get knocked out of the competition it won't come as a big disappointment.
If England do stay in I have got all the games in my diary up to the final on 9th July, and amazingly there are no serious clashes. I might have to miss the first few minutes of the semi-final in a meeting but that is it.
Which, I guess, is more than Michael Owen can say...

A Nice Day Out

We went to London for the day yesterday. Mary organised for us (Eleanor, her and me) to go on the London Eye. After a rainy week we were really pleased when the sun broke through and we had a marvellous "flight" with great views across the city. It was fascinating how the perspective changed and buildings and other features appeared as we rose higher.

We strolled along the South Bank to an old favourite: Tate Modern. Mary and I spent an hour looking and an hour drinking tea in the cafe, which is about the right mix (though Eleanor had the energy to keep looking longer).

We crossed to St Paul's via the Millennium Bridge and then down to Covent Garden (taking in the Old Bailey on a rather circuitous route).

We had a very pleasant meal in Bella Italia before heading back to Liverpool Street and returned home tired but happy.

No slouching, stand up straight...