Wrong Game. Wrong Continent.

A nice lie in.  Still lurgified.

Six Nations was back and sat down to watch Wales beat Italy, in a bit of a shock result considering how bad Wales have been playing.  I left the other game with France putting England to the sword.

I headed to Cardiff to watch the Devils play Coventry Blaze.  We lost in overtime.  Quite how we lost a game we were in control of God only knows.

It was the wrong game though, I should be in Toronto.  C'est la vie!  I will just have to try and get to see an ice hockey game at the end of the year.

Today I am thankful for:

1.  A lie in
2.  A game of ice hockey, even if it was the wrong one