…Got hit in the eye by a ball in shinty in PE.
Had an hour-long morning playtime because there was a staff meeting.
Painted shoes and hands for my papier-mache puppet.
England lost to Portugal 1-0.
As before, I’ve had to look this one up. It turns out shinty is a distant relation to hurling, has its roots in pre-historic Scotland, and is different to hockey in that both sides of the stick can be used to hit the ball.
None of this would have made the game any more palatable to the 10-year-old me, nor has it made it any more comprehensible to the 35-year-old me.
And being in hit in the eye by the ball must have been extremely, tear-jerkingly painful.
Meanwhile the puppet saga still wasn’t over, though the fact we were working on them on a Wednesday rather than, as was tradition, on a Friday suggests that even our teacher was fed up and was desperate to get this epic project over with.
As for the England v Portugal game, it actually took place the night before, but way past my bedtime. I wouldn’t have learned the result until this morning, hence the appearance in today’s entry of my hilariously dismissive, one-word review. I even sound like I know what I’m talking about.
OK, maybe not.