Although I'm still cheerful, I've had a slightly stupid day today. My shoe completely disintegrated on the way to work, forcing me to stop on the way in and buy new shoes (for £3, win!) and be late by about half an hour. Then I got a ninja paper-cut on my finger (that's the type where you don't notice it until you see it, then it's like AAAAAAAARGH!), so now writing with a pen without pulling a weird face is impossible. Also, I got my foot stuck under my desk somehow, and was slightly too embarrassed to admit it, so I had to act like I was too busy to get up and answer the entryphone when it rang. My foot is now free, but has a scratch on it to match the ninja papercut. Also, the ice-cream van keeps driving by my place of work, loudly taunting me with its songs of liberation and joie de vivre. I have been called 'Eleanor' 4 times on the phone, and received one obscene email. I have also been proposed to by a tramp through the medium of song. All this in one day, and it's only the afternoon!
However, I can only imagine that things will get worse later if England don't win... I imagine the inhabitants of Acton (Crackton) don't take kindly to sporting defeat, especially since a healthy majority of them love sports so much that they wear the clothing in spite of a total lack of participation...
