You Couldn’t Make It Up

No really you couldn’t!!
Jacqui cooked me her usual ‘small’ breakfast with the “something to keep you going” comment and then at midday dropped me at Woking rail station.
Train to Clapham Junction, change, and train to Twickenham.
Some strange looks on the train, I was one of the very few wearing a mask.
Twickenham on match day was all that you would expect it to be with the added bonus of Harlequins hosting London Irish at a packed Stoop just across the road. The crowd approached the ground in good spirits as all rugby crowds do. Around 1:00pm outside the entrance lots of stewards with megaphones appeared, never normally good news, and so it was today. Barbarian Men’s match cancelled due to a Covid outbreak in the camp, Barbarian Ladies match brought forward to 2:30 kick off + a full refund on your ticket.
I enjoyed the match, it was biting cold, -1 in the wind, the 60-5 score wasn’t as one sided as it appears and the loudest cheer went up when South Africa scored their solitary try.
The beer was ice cold, the atmosphere tremendous and I enjoyed the day even avoiding a visit to the RFU shop.
James picked me up from Woking rail station, Jacqui fed me a large dinner and we chatted and caught up on two years of family before turning in early.
Already feeling a little ‘rough’ before today the onset of more sneezing, shivering and streaming eyes and nose does not bode well for the coming days.