Plonker

I am such a plonker

So I was supposed to catch a 7am flight to Rome on Saturday; I should have had a reasonably early night, but I thought it would be no harm to head down to the local for a couple. Unfortunately a couple turned into more than that and I didn’t get home until quite late. “I’ll just stay up all night” I announced, but then failed to prevent myself from falling asleep. Subsequently waking up well and truly after the flight had left.

Oh well, so I paid for flights and a match ticket that I didn’t get to use, never mind. The problem was that I was still in possession of Rolly’s match ticket, and he was already in Rome! So after calling him and giving him the details he said he would try and get a replacement from the Wallabies Overseas Supporters Club. I didn’t hear back from him until shortly before the game when he text me with a few expletives saying he couldn’t get into the game. I told him to get a ticket from a tout and I would refund him the money, I kindly agreed to pay €200 for the ticket. So it was that I spent the rest of the weekend counting the cost of a rugby match that I never got to see.

I could only really laugh it off as there was not much I could do about it. As it turned out it was a terrible game anyway and not really worth watching at all. But it does mean that it is unlikely I will complete my 6 nations set of teams, which is a shame. In the end I watched 3 other games of rugby, all of which were great games to watch, especially the All Blacks who were just sensational. I also went to Steve’s birthday party and had a pretty damn good time there.

So today at lunch time the whole scenario improved when Rolly told me that he had actually managed to get a replacement ticket for free and that he had been pulling my leg about the €200 all weekend. Apparently they were all having a good giggle about it at the time and I agree it was a pretty funny joke.