World Cup – knock out stage.
We went to the sea on Sunday – a good decision, with Jane providing a picnic on the Sussex coast, to see the Seven Sisters, but we could not get anyone to go with us because of England playing in the World Cup in the afternoon. I heard snatches of commentary from open cars as we drove back through London. As it happened we were back at 5.00, in time for the second half. Except that it took us fifteen minutes to get in the front door. It is a great test of a man’s patience, to stay calm and quiet while his wife stands looking puzzled at the front step, and England and Equador are slogging it out 0-0 in the back room. But I was rewarded. Anna made her way in, Beckham took yet another free kick, but this time it was a perfect bend-it-like-Beckham, 1-0, enough to win the game. And I can say I saw it, I was there.
Later two English players were booked for timewasting.
posted by Tim @ 8:01 AM
2 Comments:
I'm not sure how this works, Tim. This is the first time I have responded to a blog, or made a comment. When you first started this on-line diary I said I found it helpful to me, as a friend. I'm wanting to help, support, do something. Yet I know that the short times I spend with you represent only a tiny fraction of your exposure to the daily process of living with Anna's dementia. But this diary lets me in to your situation much more. Even if it's only to smile at the idea of your frustration at wanting to get over the threshold in time to see that free kick!
As a friend of someone living with Anna's dementia I'm finding this diary very helpful. I realise that the time I spend with you is only a tiny fraction of the time that you spend living with Anna's illness — which is all the time. I'm wanting to help in some small way but I feel far removed from the world you and Anna inhabit every day and this diary is illuminating that world for me and helping me to understand what it means for you both. I was pleased that you were able to make me smile at your frustration over knowing that the TV screen inside the house was carrying momentous events yet you were unable to get over the threshold. I was able to share your satisfaction at eventually being able to sit down in front of the screen in time to see that marvellous free kick. I only hope that Anna was able to enjoy it too.
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