South Bristol. Full of patriotic pride and love for our boys in the team. Yeah come on England. So with all this patriotic fever we're bound to win aren't we?
Some of these houses are plastered with flags. We passed one where individual flags were carefully placed all around the roof drain. Spring was impressed but he reckons as soon as we're beaten by some crappy little team like Switzerland they'll be up the drain pipe ripping the things off with vengeance. I think personally that they'll stay up there. Who lets a little defeat upset them?
Even in work we've joined in the football fever with a world cup sweep stake. I haven't succumbed yet but I might join in. All according if I'm in a sociable mood tomorrow.
On Monday Janet came down the ward with a face full of misery. She'd picked out Iran in the sweepstake.
"That's me out then" She hissed.
Then from around the corner came Maggie. Face like thunder and a pound lighter in her purse.
"Waste of bloody money" She moaned "Crap"
Who did you pick out then, we enquired.
"Bloody England"
Fuck.
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