Thursday, 24 June 2004

At the end of the day...

I got home at 8 o'clock tonight looking forward to seeing Barney at home. What I found was the boy, curled up on a sofa, and not showing any particular vitality at all. Very lethargic.Very worrying - this can't be good. Yet Jacqueline says he's been up and about today, and of course he's got cracked ribs too, plus he's been on opiates, so maybe that's the reason? He perked up when Maisie came in, not that she was too impressed to see him...

In Euro 2004, England are playing Portugal as I write. When I got in it was 1-0 to England, which I found was Michael Owen after 3 minutes. But Rooney had come off injured. I've been watching it since and to be honest England have been terrible. The game has been all Portugal, and is wasn't surprising when they equalised with just a little less than 10 minutes to go. Then, right on full time, England had a goal disallowed (looked good to me but then I'm English), and you just know England are going to lose. It's almost as though it's scripted. As I write it is half time in extra time. England will be lucky to win because of posession, Portugal will be lucky to win because they got the break with the disallowed goal. England, however, look extremely weak. On paper, you'd think that maybe this year is the year. But unfortunately it just hasn't materialised.
But hey, what does any of it matter compared to the Barn? Looking at him, I really think he's facing a one-way trip to the vet's tomorrow or Saturday.

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