The day has been solemn, chilly and grey today. Maybe a side effect of England losing to Croatia in yesterday's match. A and I were on one of our long walks along the canal yesterday - we watched the match by proxy - checking scores whenever we hear yells of disbelief or triumph from neighbouring crowds. Unlike days before, yesterday the atmosphere was less lively, not as animatic or vocal as when the team was on its winning streak.
We made it home to catch the last 15 minutes of the game. Although we are not football enthusiasts in any stretch of the imagination, we felt the nation's pain as Croatia scored its winning goal in the 11th hour.
On my cycle to work today, there were still many England flags up - on cars and houses. Probably marking the nation's solidarity and pride to the home team - they came so far. I was sitting in one of the oncology clinics today as part of my taster week. Mid-consulation with a patient, we heard loud machine like noises from helicopters and planes gracing the skies. The metal blades whipping the clouds above our heads. It was so loud that we had to stop our conversation in its tracks.
The wife of the patient pointed upwards and said, "Looks like Trump has arrived!"
Oh God, I momentarily forgot about him and his unwelcomed visit.
"Or maybe thats the football team finally coming home!" she added with a laugh.
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