It was wednesday night and all across Europe there was a football evening going on: Liverpool were playing AC Milan in the Champions league. It went to extra time and then to penalties after Milan scored 3 goals against Liverpool in the first half, with Liverpool taking back nothing. However, after the start of the second half, all within 6 minutes, Liverpool came back with 3 goals of their own. What was interesting was the tension developing from that time on. Kristin and I had headed down to the pub for the second half after being unable to get out of the building beforehand.
We didn’t go crazy like some people did, but when Liverpool eventually won, we still enjoyed it, laughing all the way into our pints.
On the mile-long walk back home, one of my Dutch friends, Anne, took her shoes off because her red ruby slippers were hurting so much. I thought it was a stupid idea because there’s always bits of broken glass lying around and getting into ones shoes, so what might happen with bare feet?! She said she’d be fine, just paying attention to where she was walking.
As she was looking down she saw, to our great surprise, a little shape moving across the ground, which turned out to be a tiny frog. To everyone’s great disgust, I picked it up and showed it to them. The French were disgusted, the English were disgusted and the Dutch were alarmed. I thought it was cool; I love wildlife.
Wel, I should qualify that; I love wildlife as long as it loves me. I loved the frog a little less after it peed on me. I thought at first that it had started raining and then realized. No rain about, I just had a sopping wet frog in my hands which I promptly put down in some long grass. I wasn’t carrying it after that!
never knew frogs peed - but perhaps he thought the French would chop his legs off, and it was just nerves. Next time, I’m sure he will remember his manners when he is sitting in your hands!