Four years ago this week, we headed off to New Zealand, newly married. If I’m honest, the wedding was a little bit of an afterthought. We had to do it that weekend so that we could use our holiday to watch the Rugby World Cup as a honeymoon.
I’m lucky enough to have some friends in Christchurch who got tickets to the England games through their local rugby club. As England were due to be based in Christchurch, this worked out perfectly. Very sadly, Christchurch wasn’t in a fit state to host matches after the terrible earthquake that devastated the town so the matches were moved to Dunedin.
So as it turned out, in the best possible start to any honeymoon, we landed at Christchurch and within a few hours, hubby had gone to the North Island to watch a Wales game. At the same time, I headed to Dunedin in the far south of the South Island to watch England.
I know marriage is a bit of an institution but it’s all about priorities and rugby will always matter more. He supports Wales and I support England. Never the twain shall meet. We did compromise and go to a few neutral matches together. We also travelled around the country in a camper van together between games. Who says romance is dead?
Fast forward four years and yes, romance is well and truly dead. The day after we arrived back from honeymoon, I realised I was pregnant with Libby. Despite now being up to two small people aged three and under, we tried desperately hard to get tickets for the matches. It would be so amazing to watch a World Cup on home soil, especially with the girls. Sadly, we failed spectacularly.
So this year, we’ll be watching the games at home. There will be cider, rugby related banter and of course, opposing rugby shirts. This is my fabulous England shirt courtesy of Kitbag.com.
We may venture out to the pub in our contrasting shirts on the day of the England v Wales game. For one of us, this is going to be a particularly unpleasant experience. I’m nervous just thinking about it.
I’m particularly nervous about the fact we’ve ended up in the same pool as both Australia and Wales. Not getting past the group stages doesn’t bear thinking about but if we don’t progress and Wales do, I may actually have to move out of this house. Seriously.
Still, as my gran always said, there’s always divorce. Come on England.
Please note, Kitbag.com were kind enough to supply me with my fabulous England Rugby Shirt for the purpose of this blog post. It is also worthy of note that the lone Wales supporter in this house doesn’t write a blog so he’ll be in a Wales shirt from the last World Cup. Unlucky sunshine.