Mirror

The morning after the night before.

Watched the game in a pub. A dangerous move. I was dreading it. But actually there were a surprising number of people cheering on England, so it wasn’t quite as unpleasant as I’d feared.
Thought we were unfortunate to lose. But somebody had to.
And then we went for a curry.

And in the morning I thought a nice brisk walk on the beach would make everything okay again. And it did.