The last thing a gardener needs is an injury that keeps him out of the garden. Last week working among the rocks I stretched for another rock and must have landed badly on my left leg. It didn't hurt at the time but sometime later there was a tightness in my knee and I could see there was obvious fluid build up. Darn it. I had too much to do than to be sitting with my leg up with an ice pack. A week later it is no better so today I am forced to rest it. Not all bad this morning.
Instead of the buzz from the bees in the garden I am listening to the buzz of those confounded trumpets from the crowd at the World Cup soccer match in South Africa. And it just happens to be England versus Germany. Now, I'm not much of a soccer fan even though I watched a zillion soccer games as we put three boys through years if Canadian and AYSO soccer. I can't help but feel a bit of emotion for this game. After all I have profound memories of the WC final in 1966 which pitted England against Germany. I had just graduated and was starting my first job in London. I arrived that morning by train and was watching the game in the living room of the family I was going to board with. When it got to penalty kicks I couldn't stand the pressure any more. To this day I hate watching those final penalty kicks. Oh no! Germany just scored. Maybe I won't have to watch penalty kicks after all!
I may just have to switch to Find My Past to take advantage of the free viewing they're offering on the day that England plays in the World Cup. This may be the last.
