The rest of the day was pretty much as I had expected it would be, just lazy, having the odd snooze, watching some television and generally working at not doing very much.
I cooked myself an evening meal and then settled down, fairly bloated, to some more television and a book. Just when I was thinking that I might as well do that whilst being tucked up in bed, the phone rang again. This time it was Rebekka calling from Switzerland. I hadn't spoken to her since Bristol Airport on the 19th of May, although regular emails have been buzzing backwards and forwards (and had even had the idea to give her a call on Sunday afternoon) so it was a great surprise and a pure delight. We chatted about the football, both Switzerland and England through to the knock-out stages, some personal stuff and the usual anecdotes about things that had crossed our paths in the preceding month. We also spoke about my plans to visit in October and the hope that I will manage to get there as well as, and here is some forward thinking, the possibility of a joint holiday to Scotland next summer. It always gives me a lift to talk with Rebekka, to be with Rebekka, or even just to think about her, so I went to bed feeling that the day had turned out pretty well after all. So much so, in fact, that I couldn't sleep, ate lots of chocolate and pigged out on Big Brother live streaming. Why does watching drunk people on television make you wish you had drunk more yourself?