Having returned from Asia last weekend (sorry for the non-updates, any of you that were waiting to hear news of my safe return...) I have been unpacking and packing again for the next couple of week's madness.
Thursday saw my departure to Cardiff to see the opening ceremony of the UK School Games, an event that involves 1600 young athletes from across Great Britain. Having watched my little brother thrash Scotland at hockey on Friday I decided I was the lesser child in my family, and that playing sport is something that I genuinely wish I enjoyed. But there we go.
Today's match will decide the winners of the competition, and, having beaten England in a match that saw Daf get the winner, Wales are in a very good position. All Welsh fingers are crossed in anticipation, but no one really minds as long as they come higher up the league table than England. What is funnier is the parents who, spurred on by their offspring's fervour, stand on the sidelines of the pitch yelling their heads off and berating not only the referee, but the other team. Let's remember folks that these are kids, who play sport for fun. Seriously.
Last night a friend and I occupied the VIP seats outside the Muse homecoming concert in my hometown of Teignmouth, Devon. The tickets were £40, I really don't have that kind of money. Nothing on this scale has ever arrived in the sleepy seaside town that I fondly call home. Despite it being a bit of a hole, the town really came alive, and even in the streets around the concert there was a real festival atmosphere, with the cider flowing pretty freely. I love being a Devon girl sometimes.
Check out the details of the UK School Games here
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