Enjoyable day of doing almost nothing. Largely as a consequence of two lively nights out on the trot. A smidge of shopping, a spot of thinking about shelves and of course the world cup final between France and Italy. This I watched with Anton while sampling some of his admirable home made pizza.

Terrible Shakespearean business tonight of Zidane, the inspirational French captain being sent off for headbutting one of his opponents in a moment of madness. His intention was to retire from Football after the final, but instead arguably the best player of his generation leaves in disgrace, and France are beaten. No more world cup for four years. What did men talk to each other about before the world cup?

Sarah sent me a football link today from Monty Python which made me laugh. Sunday pre-work gloom descending, so an early night beckons...