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Apparently it’s been a while since a photo of mine involved beer. Worryingly true. A cracking day with blue skies. Och, a trip to the Bosun’s for new deck shoes, followed by a call in at Homebase for plant essentials. Home to tie up the beans. And drench the broccoli in poison. Later, collected the outboard from Cookie. One downside of motoring about on a warm day is the fact that the car’s air conditioning is no longer working becomes very obvious. And irksome. I call in at the Metro Centre and get the details of their specialist man; unfortunately he’s unavailable before next week. 
On the way back I stop at the beach having espied Cigs where a full on culture clash is underway. A crowd of well muscled and tattooed young men have a jet ski which, as well as annoying everyone with its noise, is being driven typically recklessly through swimmers and paddle boarders. While I watch one of them has a punch up with a passing guy who legs it. No messing. The wild swimmers are all over social media but the polis don’t arrive till way later apparently.
Then - tarrraaa! The great game and I leg it to the daughter’s to watch. A must win, unfortunately for both sides. I must admit to being shocked when we equalise (our first goal in the tournament) but then normal service resumes. We huff and puff to the best of our ability but we’re dependent on players up front who don’t usually play at this level, and it shows. Well, that was fun. Turkey and North Macedonia didn’t even get a point! I guess we should be thanking England for that.