Sport, sporting, or what?

       As I sit here, alone..somewhat hiding from the rest of the household. Who, lets face it, mainly consists of no more than two persons, plus me of course. Sometimes, only two persons total. Sometimes, four, or five, it depends on where I am. Or, if at home, who is visiting. I love people to come, and stay. OK , today there are three total, one hiding, myself. The reason I have separated my self from the other two, is sport. In particular, rugby, NZ all blacks, versus France. There is some information I cannot avoid being party to. Especially when both of the other people watching the game on TV, at eight thirty in the morning, I might add, are (slightly they say) hard of hearing. Only so hard of hearing that I can still hear the game from the bedroom, where I have removed myself. That's how slight it is. Ahh well, must not spoil their illusions.

       I could be polite, and sit there, make myself watch the game. Which, would be a big waste of time really. They are quite happy there together, shouting at each other, watching the TV. Not shouting because of deafness, you understand. Still, we won't go there, will we. 

       Instead, I first repaired to the bathroom, where I gave my much neglected hair a treatment. Throughout these last few months of travelling, my hair, has pretty much managed as best it could, alone. A bit like me this morning, you might say. Am I annoyed by their sport obsession, not at all. I only like to score a point, where I may. The noise level from the TV is rising more by the second, I can only assume scores are changing, or the end is in sight. It could be, it been on 'for ever' already.

         Sport, with sport mad parents, was something I grew up with. They watched it all, soccer, rugby, tennis show jumping, athletics, everything. As you can imagine, being a typical daughter, you join, or reject don't you? Guess I rejected, refused to watch, or become interested in any of it. It may be juvenile, but I still feel the same. Hence, my absence this morning. Do I regret making this my life's missing link...NO...NEVER. There are so many more interesting things to do. Like my hair, and this blog. As there is no Internet connection here, I can't do much more than prepare the blog. But that's ok with me. For now! 

        After the big surge of noise. It has all gone quiet out there, seems NZ All Blacks won. Just...

       I must admit, I ventured out of the back of the house once. It was to see the Hakka performed at the start of the game. Although it was a new version, it is still good. What can be wrong about a group of hyped up, hunky, young men, shouting their challenge, and showing their muscles to the other team. Nothing at all, is the answer! I loved it, made me very happy, got the adrenalin flowing, as I went off to do other things.

        Now, this blog is finished, the game is finished, band my hair is finished...yeah.

        Off now to get my coffee fix, guess the others will be up for it too. We do have some things in common. 

       Have a good weekend...