cute enough to shoot you down

Bill left a while ago, after coming over to recover from the rugby match (the one S bought tickets for the other week). I felt kind of bad leaving S at home, but he said he wanted the time to himself and then did an annoyingly good job at guilting me into going. Brat.

Anyway, the match. No idea who was playing. It's probably on the tickets somewhere. But the red and black guys won. It was a pretty close match. 36-34, or something. I may have to find a team to start following again, because I sort of miss all that.

What I don't miss is the scratchy feeling I've already got in my throat. Here's hoping it doesn't kill me tomorrow.


Came home to find S still where I left him on the sofa. He seems to be in a slightly better mood. Apparently he found some game to play on his laptop and has been trying to work out how to play it.

No link this time, but I just saw this on the telly in the waiting room and thought it was worth sharing.

Some very awesome people in Afghanistan are teaching locals how to play rugby and trying to get a league going. Apparently they recently tried the same thing with cricket and it did well, so there are high hopes for this programme.

I wish this had been going on when I was over there. I'd have totally found a way to have got involved.

Still. How awesome is that? I wish them all the luck in the universe and hope to see an Afghan team in a few years.

ETA: Now with a link: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/world-south-asia-13932046

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