I'm guessing this is going to be a very stressful six weeks for me. As much as I'm looking forward to seeing the All Blacks play, I know how incredibly nervous and shouty I get so I'm guessing Nic and Kylie will be ready to kill me by the end of it all.
It's 7.30pm Friday evening and I'm massively hungover and just want to sleep. I've made it as far as my bed and am determined to stay awake long enough to watch the opening match between France and Argentina.
I've just seen a bit of the opening ceremony and not sure if the French have developed a sense of humour or not ... it looks like the performers are doing frog leaps - can't help but wonder if that's intentional...
So the very good news is that the games are all at very sociable times and all on terrestial tv - YAY.
My usual rugby watching buddy, Margot, is in the States at the moment so shall have to train Kylie up, I think.
