What's the score?

It's an amazing journey. With joy and nerves you agree to one of the biggest steps in your life. You both go through the headaches, the energy and expectation of organising your wedding. The venue, the chosen people, the catering, the photographer. All take time and more time to select. You do this possibly over a year in advance as you know the best choices will go as summer is a prime wedding time.

Everything is sorted. All invites are out. Only thing left (ideally) is to get yourself ready. Then, as the day approaches, the inescapable truth hits home. You shouldn't be getting married. Not on that day. Why? What's wrong?? What nerves or superstitions have thrown you into chaos???

It's the World Cup.

Or worse, it's the finals. Suddenly the people that you invited are starting to make excuses to either not come or leave early. It's a terrible moment for anyone to realise that you have organised something during the World Cup. I hear that even in hospitals, the phones go quiet when a game is playing. They go absolutely silent when England is playing.

I did hear of a funeral that went on during a previous World Cup. As soon as the burial had finished, a group walked off, in tears, back to their cars. They seemed to group around one car in particular. Maybe just saying their goodbyes. A couple walked over a little later to the group. There wasn't much discussion going on. The couple walked up to the person sitting behind the wheel at the center of the group. Through red, welled up eyes, arm around his partner, he stared at the driver blankly and said,

"What's the score?"