Missing the world cup...

Stupid work. I missed the opening ceremony, which promised to be amusing. AND I missed the first match with six goals in total. Though just this second, Equador have scored against Poland, so I feel a little bit better. It's a bit unseasonal, but the only phrase that accurately conveys my annoyance is 'Bah Humbug!'

I thought it would be a good idea, as it was hotter than Satan's bathtub (If he bathes...?) today, to wear a skirt. Huh. Turns out I have a rather mannish stride to balance out my girly throwing arm... I kept trying to walk normally and being restricted by the skirt, which wasn't tight by any means. I looked very much like someone wearing those ankle-handcuff/manacle things like on death row. If I wanted to run up the stairs (let's face it - it's a basic human right..) I had to hoick it up around my knees and make a break for it before anyone saw me. Plus I teamed the skirt with a pair of lethal sandals (how hippy of me) and they kept randomly flying off and left my feet exposed to dangerous falling objects. Like oranges. Seriously. Those citrusy bastards hurt.

Never mind. England play tomorrow so I shall keep my fingers crossed. And my legs. After all, I am a lady in a skirt. Which I so did not tuck into my pants to keep cool whilst hidden behind my desk. Ahem.