WEDNESDAY NIGHT FOOTIE

And the question is - who's going to the game?
I have a horrible feeling that it won't be me, because I can't really leave the puppies for that long.
It will probably mean that James has my ticket and goes with his dad. So it must be my turn on Saturday afternoon (we HAVE got a home game then haven't we?) and Charles can take his turn at looking after the girls.
I love match days. We usually get to town really early and seem to have got into the habit of going for an Indian meal before getting to SJP about an hour before kick off. I love the whole build up to the game, so I'M the one who likes to be in the ground at that ridiculous time - plus it is something of an advantage to me NOT to be making my way into the ground along with 40,000 (ish) fans who ARE ALL TALLER THAN ME! I really do hate that LAND OF THE GIANTS feeling I get in large crowds - (HELLO! Yes that's ME you're standing on; I'm down here!)  Although I have to say that the worst place to be a short person is the Tube, especially during rush hour, when having my nose stuffed up against the armpits of total strangers is an unavoidable but deeply unpleasant and disturbing hazard.