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I'm all alone, snuggled up in my bed at 4.30am, where sensible, if a little boring, people should be. 

Cuppa by my side.  Why?

My three boys have upped and gone. Why?

 The whistle's blown and the insanely annoying trumpets are blaring from my tiny telly at the end of the bed, smothering the commentators efforts to cover the match.Onya Socceroo's!

And wish me luck with three soon to be elated (hopefully) and bound to be tired and grumpy boys who have convened at Greg's aunt's house  (lucky her?) to watch the match with his cousin and partner.  Meanwhile, Woo sleeps and I blog - natch!

Enjoy the day off Australian's!