You know it's going to happen, but you forget all about it until it does. It's like those times, years ago, when spaceships used to go round the other side of the Moon. You'd wait by the TV/radio, praying that you (and they) could survive the wait; and eventually you know it's going to come to an end...
A combination of the World Cup and Wimbledon occurs once every four years; a bit like Saturn in retrograde, it swamps the airwaves and dominates all TV coverage. And it's here again - that void where the TV crackles into life briefly for Saturday Kitchen and then off again. Ghods - even Celebrity Masterchef, would be an improvement, anything *he whimpers*
The Wild Girls Food Camp in Sweden
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