For the first time ever, after over 30 years of trying, a Welsh football club has finally qualified for a Group stage of a European competition. So hats off to manager Craig Harrison and his team. And to Chairman Mike Harris who has supported the team, the League, and Welsh club football in general since the mid-nineties. What would also be a magnificent achievement would be if I were able to go to bed before but again last night I fell way short β or, rather, overshot rather badly.
There was no reason at all to be late last night but nevertheless it was approaching midnight when I finally hit the hay. I was asleep quite quickly and despite waking up a couple of times for no good reason, there I stayed until the alarm went off at Then it was a rather undignified stagger into the bathroom to sort myself out and have a good wash.
And then a lap or two around the apartment collecting up the dirty clothes and the like, and setting the washing machine off on the go. No such luck last night though. I had another one of these phantom awakenings. I was at work and I actually had a date with my Greek friend. Looking down the list was like a breakfast that you could order from the place where we were staying, whether it was a Continental breakfast or Healthy breakfast or Cooked breakfast etc.
Am I to expect a new keen energetic Greek friend or the old lethargic one? It all sounded too good to be true to me and if they do sound too good to be true then they usually are. We shall see.
That was rather a strange dream too. But as for my Greek lady-friend, she was strange too. It was a shame really because she was a lovely girl, so much so that if I had ever had to choose between her and the Irish girl who also kept a very discreet distance from me, I would have had quite a struggle. But you could immediately imagine it being on a road sign referring to a cascade of water somewhere in the vicinity.
