I have to admit to this. Yes, I’m watching football. The Dutch are winning. This is it, totally off-side, nothing to do with reading or literature and here I am ignoring my indifference to the game. I am enjoying the various text messages, from son in Germany to son in, what, a Dutch club in London? I think so. And the comments. And all that about a bunch of orange shirts running across a field with a bunch of light blue shirts, Urugay.
And then, there are facebook messages from as far as the States – all urging me to watch this game and friends are expressing their wish for a final between Holland and Germany. What? Yes indeed.
Even more exhillerating is the news that niece has achieved those much wanted grades that allow her to move herself lock stock and barrel from sleepy north of Holland to, well, sleepy Lougborough in England. Nevertheless, she now will take up that highly regarded place on the Arts Course. Oh I am so proud of her! Congratulations!