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( France )
And Friday I went back to work. Stayed on till 7pm but only accomplished a fraction of what I hoped – they’d left me a shedload to do and the computer network went down just after 6.
I’d been planning on going to the first home game of the revived Lincoln City Women’s team on 14th July. Lincoln was where the Lady Pies originated, so going there would have offered a measure of closure. In France, Jill, Steph and I had even talked about meeting at that game. On Friday I checked trains and coaches, and getting from Leighton Buzzard to Lincoln on a Sunday on public transport just can’t be done. I would have travelled up on the Saturday, but I have to be in Gosport on that day as my mother and I are hosting the blasted annual reunion party for the Mayors and Chairmen from that year. Absolutely gutted.
Since Friday I’ve been feeling depressed. Part of it’s my French adventure being over and me being back at work while England are still in the World Cup and some of my friends are still there; part of it Laura retiring from playing, my anger at the wicked man who destroyed our lovely team robbing me of two years of seeing her, and the fact I’m never likely to meet her again; part of it not being able to get to Lincoln.
Going down the pub for England v Cameroon. Don’t let me down, Lionesses.
And Friday I went back to work. Stayed on till 7pm but only accomplished a fraction of what I hoped – they’d left me a shedload to do and the computer network went down just after 6.
I’d been planning on going to the first home game of the revived Lincoln City Women’s team on 14th July. Lincoln was where the Lady Pies originated, so going there would have offered a measure of closure. In France, Jill, Steph and I had even talked about meeting at that game. On Friday I checked trains and coaches, and getting from Leighton Buzzard to Lincoln on a Sunday on public transport just can’t be done. I would have travelled up on the Saturday, but I have to be in Gosport on that day as my mother and I are hosting the blasted annual reunion party for the Mayors and Chairmen from that year. Absolutely gutted.
Since Friday I’ve been feeling depressed. Part of it’s my French adventure being over and me being back at work while England are still in the World Cup and some of my friends are still there; part of it Laura retiring from playing, my anger at the wicked man who destroyed our lovely team robbing me of two years of seeing her, and the fact I’m never likely to meet her again; part of it not being able to get to Lincoln.
Going down the pub for England v Cameroon. Don’t let me down, Lionesses.
