What a night

I was up at an unearthly hour to take Prue to the station to catch the train to Manchester Airport. She then caught the Air France flight to Paris and the TGV to Lille. She was fortunate to have been invited to the Wales v. Belgium match.

So I found myself in Costa trying to kill an hour before the office opened at 7 am. I then worked a ten hour day before heading home.

This evening Harriet and I treated ourselves to a Thai takeaway and settled down in front of the telly to watch the game. 

What a result!

There's a lot to be said for team spirit and belief.