Mum was pretty upset at having to wait two hours for me to wake up, so when I finally did wake up and fetch her out, she indulged in a spot of retail therapy, spending enough money to get a free Agnes B. umbrella. Sated and pacified, she bought me lunch at Prego. Then we spent half an hour browsing MPH. Then I brought her home.
Normally, my spirits fare proportionately with the fortunes of the sporting teams I barrack for. The teams I barrack for are the Wallabies, the ACT Brumbies, the NSW Waratahs and the Australian test and one day cricket teams.
This weekend, the mercurial Stephen Larkham shook off the wobbles and weaved his way to inspire the Wallabies to a bonus point victory over the Springboks in a Test match where the lead changed hands eight times.
My heart rate was still in the red zone when the one true love decided to telephone me and tell me of her terrible, terrible predicament in life and love.
She was afraid. Afraid of being weak, she said. This I took to mean she had decided to still be with that so-called boyfriend of hers. Again. But of course, there’s always a lot more to it than that that causes her fortunes to vacillate this much this many times. Isn’t there? Isn’t there?
Where have you gone, Stephen ‘Bernie’ Larkham? My nation turns its lonely eyes to you. Woo, woo, woo.
Bernie with the Brumbies