Saturday, oh Saturday, what a day you were…
It was all about who needed to be where at what time before the big match at 5PM.
Mommy London had arrived late Friday night (Mrs. London’s mother) and checked into the B&B down the road, so early on Saturday we were down to collect her to bring her back to my Auntie’s for pots of tea and a full Irish (breakfast that is).
Then Claire brought Mrs. London and Mommy London down to Mr. London’s hotel so they could see him for a bit before the biggest match of his career (nerves needed to be calmed), while The Husband met Gatz (his plane arrived at noon), and I had a blowdry in an effort to salvage the worst haircut ever, before shopping with Claire for pre-match nibbles (oh how I’ve miss Marks & Spencers food hall).
The shopping of the nibbles was pretty much a waste because by the time everyone got back from here, there, and everywhere, our taxi had arrived to whisk us off to the match.
The walk from City Centre to Ballsbridge (where the stadium is located) was jammers, and Dan-Dan (Mrs. London’s brother) threw himself right in the thick of it (there was a whole lot of yellow and blue).