Hey Monday! I hope you aren't having trouble hearing me. I'm a little hoarse. That'll be all the cheering and shouting. And the singing. Don't forget the singing.
Because this weekend, for the first time, instead of sitting at home watching rugby on a screen in my living room, I travelled south to watch it live at the Aviva Stadium. And we were so happy to have made it! The tickets were a birthday gift, months ago, to the patient here; and we've been wishing and hoping for weeks now that he would be well enough to go. He's getting better! We went! We had a blast.
I've been to matches before. I've even seen Australia play before; but never in Dublin. I could try to describe the atmosphere for you; but it might be quicker if I simply tell you to think about the Irish fans at the Quidditch World Cup. It was loud, it was uplifting; it had fireworks, it had moments of sweet silence as the ball sailed between the posts before the singing began again, over and over, until, with the greatest of good humours, the Australian fans in their yellow striped blazers, conceded defeat. Ireland 27: Australia 24.
It was cold, but my preparations in the thermal underwear department had been meticulous. It was moving: it seems only a couple of years since our kicker was a schoolboy we could watch here on a Saturday morning. Now he's a national hero. It was sparkly and twinkly, as the houses we passed on our walk to the ground were already lit up for Christmas.
And the next morning
there was souvenir yarn to be found and gifts to be bought, before we got back in the car and headed for home. It was a first; but, I hope, a trip we will repeat. Birthday tickets are a very good thing indeed.
How about you? Anything new at the weekend? Maybe you'd like to make a memo. After all, it is Monday. Last week Deb, Helena, Mitra, Mary-Lou, Ladkyis, Karen, Maggie, Alexandra and Krafty Karen dared to share. Go on, give 'em a wave! And have a good week!