premiership!

This is just an effort to push the previous entry down – too much talk about creepy crawlies.

The rain is gracing us with its never-ending presence and while, with squinted eyes, there are distant glimmers of bright light – I know better now, Mother Nature is up to her tricks again. There were times when the patter of rain was so loud that I had to make sure it was in fact rain and not the neighbourhood kids standing on tiptoes and throwing pebbles at our windows. In the faint distance, drunken bar songs could be heard – geez, those Brits do know how to live it up on a Monday. Upon further deduction - with a little help from the big foam fingers in everyone’s windows on our street and the fact that our house is located by more places to buy a pint of beer than a pint of milk – the celebratory chants were in recognition to the Rams' promotion to the premiership.

Update: Walking home from the train station today, I saw lots of people of with Ram souvenirs, such as checkered flags, foam fingers, and Harry Potter-esque scarves. They were walking to the rhythm of the muted marching band towards the football stadium. Instead of joining in the festivities, I headed in the opposite direction towards the comfort of my home and leaving my team spirit in the vicinity of Pride Park.