Rugby, by Horus

I had the day at Wyvern and the kids were shits. (Calling your child Damien has got to be asking for trouble doesn't it?) I have Monday at John Cabot which is better, but I hope one of these other positions come through.

We watched the English get well beaten on Friday. It was expected of course, but to score no points was a disaster. We faced one of those ethical teasers in that the bill for dinner came with our drinks missed off. We'll go the interactive route where you get to use the comments to say what you would do in the same situation. Service had been OK, and the food was reasonable, so certainly no reason for complaint if that is something that that you might take into consideration.

Today we wandered over to the city centre and were quarter of the way through the Kiwi match when the bar manager turned it over to the lead up to the soccer. When we protested she turned it back but only until the game started. Bloody rude I thought given we were the only customers there! Anyway, we drank up and moved on as it was already 30 something to 3 and not much of a contest. We wandered in and out of the shops - which C will enjoy far more than us - then had lunch in the Gourmet Burger Kitchen, a chain started by a Kiwi I believe. There we met two more Kiwis, from Balclutha. They've been in the UK a while, and are now just out of Bristol. We had lunch together (Kiwi burgers all round except vege J), and talked about what was good and bad about living in Bristol and the UK. We swapped contacts, so may join them to watch the next Kiwi game.

After lunch we visited the Bristol Museum for the first time. There is an Egyptian Room now that has some good displays though is smaller than expected. More work is being done though. Apparently my Egyptian star sign is a Wadjeb - the regrown eye of Horus. J's is Isis. That 'done', I spent an hour or so in the Geology room while J saw it and every other room in the same time. Still, it isn't going away, so no need to hurry.

On the way home there were 7 hot air balloons in the air at once. We are going to have to have a go sometime when we are rich.

After getting home we settled in for the evening, but while washing the dishes I noticed we could see the Ireland v Georgia game through the window of a flat in the next block. We turned on the radio coverage and watched the game like voyeurs. They had a large screen, but it was like sitting in the Gods at a large venue (top of Jade Stadium for example). It was most disconcerting when one of them got up and especially so when the cuddling started, and we had to resist the urge to yell "Siddown in front!" every time they got up for something. Anyway, it was an exciting game and Ireland will be as disappointed as England and France for their efforts. There seems to be a massive gap between the north and south in this tournament, more so than at any other time I can recall.


(BTW, if you read the sign in the first photo you may see why I posted it.)