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OH NEW ZEALAND CRICKET. I don’t hate you because you lost, Black Caps, I'm just.SO.disappointed.YET.AGAIN. I didn’t enjoy the Twenty20 game as much
as I ought, even considering the dismal result. I won’t sit in the old
Terraces at Eden Park again (how old does that make me!) The guys seated behind us were funny at
times, but also cringingly racist (to each other, as well as the donut sales
guy and the security guard, and whoever else struck their fancy). As it became more and more obvious that NZ
was unlikely to win, the crowd became less engrossed in the game and, frankly,
more irritating. Eh. I like the cricket better on the telly. Great barbie with friends
beforehand though and a sunset to remember!
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My marriage turned 1 on Monday! We were frantically organising auction bits
and pieces so I disappointed my husband bitterly by wanting to just go home
after work. The lovely thing had bought me
books and tickets to a play (One Man, Two Guvnors) because it was the paper anniversary. I’d chunked it and forgotten to sort him
anything. Fucking hopeless. I trust he’ll forgive me (um, tickets to
Melbourne I’m still paying off on the sly anyone!?), but I felt really
awful. P is a gem.
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