Thanks for popping in. Thanks for watching the TV shows on HOCHANDA today if you did – well, somebody must have, becasue the sales smashed targets all over!! And lovely Linda is on again now as I write, having put a massive dent in substantial stock in the first hours at 6pm. Do tune in to watch on catch up – her designs are superb.
So picture the scene. Linda says to me as we are clearing away my 2-4pm set together, “Hey Barb, you don’t need to stay and watch my 6pm show. Why don’t you and Paul both get off down the motorway, and get home at a reasonable hour?” Well I looked at her, then wandered over to her and gave her a big hug. Then I whispered in her ear….“Bye then!!” And we were out of that door before she had a chance to rethink it!!
The reason being that our Mark was on a US IPTV Sports channel, and I thought if we motored, we might catch the last half of the game. I knew Dave was watching it, and when I called to say we were nearly home, he told me they were 7-0 down. Ever the optimist, I said that this can change quickly in a rugby game, and while I was on the phone – I kid you not! _ Dave suddenly exclaimed, well blow me! I think Mark’s just scored! Boom.
By the time we flew through the door, there were just 12 minutes left, and the score had flipped to 12-10!!!
Blow me down, they did it. They won the US League II Championships.
Are you ready for a story? Right, sit down for this one! It’s pretty epic. And absolutely true…
Mark calls me about a month ago, and tells me he is going to Moscow. Moscow?? That’s a long way from San Francisco. Well, his best mate from England is getting married to a Russian girl, and has asked Mark to be his best man. Only snag is the rugby tournament, because if they get through to the finals, then the wedding in Moscow is on the Wednesday before the BIG GAME on the Sunday. But they haven’t even made the quarter-final at this point, so who knows…
But they do make the quarter-final, and then the semi-final in Austin, Texas. Now he knows that he has to be back to Columbus in Ohio for the final. So he celebrates with Fred in Russia, then the next day, he flies from Moscow to Ohio via Helsinki. Which by the way, is a helluva long haul.
Makes it in plenty of time, but there’s only one fly in the ointment. A pretty big fly. His suitcase doesn’t make it to America. And his rugby kit is in the suitcase. Scheissenhausen. So he spends all Friday or Saturday (I lose track) trawling through Ohio looking for a pair of size 15 rugby boots. Apparently they don’t grow them over there, but he found something similar, and I think he settled for a pair of football boots in the end. Hey! After this game, he’ll probably never wear anything else!!!
Honestly, when the whistle blew and they had won the final, I could FEEL his joy. He was in the middle of his team, jumping up and down, and so were we. Bloody brilliant.
So there you have it. All that effort, all that runaround for Mark, halfway round the world. Lost his suitcase, his best clothes, his wedding suit, his best shoes, his rugby boots, lost the lot – and just kept going. Yeah. I am so proud, I could cry. Ah what the hell, let’s.
Love & Hugs,