(photograph © Kiwidutch)
I went to work not really over my stomach bug of yesterday and came home feeling pretty green.
I wanted to play safe during the day so I ate two bananas and even they turned my stomach volcanic and necessitated putting my office rubbish-bin very close by in case of emergency.
Back home Himself greets me and he’s not looking great either… seems we are a matching pair on the the evil stomach front.
I disappear immediately to bed and get up in time to watch the football, ( local kids in the street with their vuvuzela’s were a not so gentle wake-up call marking kick-off time) but my stomach still is playing havoc… it’s a toss up between the stomach churning nerves of a semi final and the backflips my stomach was already doing.
The match can be described as totally boring in places, lackluster in others, with moments of total genius in between. I wanted to walk though the TV set and shake them awake at some moments, hug them at others and at other moments I just want to go back to bed.
The noise outside escalates as the countdown the the final whistle ticks maddeningly slowly…
The Dutch score the first goal, Uruguay equalize.. the Dutch return later with two more and Uruguay add one just moments from the end, but its not enough to save them…
The DUTCH ARE THOUGH !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
How many vuvuzelas are there in The Netherlands? I think I can hear most of them!
Us? no hard partying here… in fact sadly pathetic… no party at all, …more laying low and trying to get rid of this pukey feeling… Let’s try and save the real Party for Sunday ! … but are we happy? Ohhhhhh YES!!! You bet !!!
…just a “small” Dutch flag seen in town last week…
(photograph © Kiwidutch)
At this moment National Dutch pride in our football team is even bigger…
