Boat Race

It is the Boat Race this afternoon and I am meant to be going down to the banks of the Thames and watching it. I haven’t missed a single Boat Race in 10 years (when I have been in London) and I think that living a stone’s throw from Putney probably has a lot to do with this.

However, it is raining and the mother, and the boyfriend and the friends I am meant to be going with all seem to think that having me hop around a large crowd of people, on crutches, in the rain isn’t a good idea. I am determined to go, but feel that I may be digging myself a larger hole with all my whinging and am on the verge of being ‘grounded’ for my own safety (as the mother so delicately put it). Plus, it is meant to be exceptionally windy out there and this also is deemed not to be safe.

All I have to say is that I hope Cambridge bloody well win, or my mood will sick even lower.

Although, the boyfriend wants Oxford to win. I think I may just have found a flaw in our relationship! However, Cambridge have the female cox, so they are bound to win.

Ruth