My head's battered, but I'm still upright

Blog updates are a bit erratic at this moment, aren't they? 

This is because my ability to write anything coherent for the blog relies on me having had sufficient sleep and this week I am way down on the old slumber quota, I'm afraid.  Kirstyn decided to wake up for a feed (noisily, I might add) at about 2:30 in the morning on Monday night/Tuesday morning and then decided not to go back to sleep.  At all.  Well not until about ten to seven anyway.  Consequently my head has felt like it is full of cotton wool for the last two days.  Quite how I managed to drive on the motorway, when all the other cars had exhaustion-induced vapour trails I'll never know.  But I did.  And I got a bit more sleep last night, so despite still be quite exhausted I now can -just about- operate a keyboard competently.

So for the first time in nineteen days I am faced with the prospect of having no football to look forward to.  Boo.. and, indeed, hiss.  I'd got quite used to watching at least two matches a day, and find it quite an irritation that I will be deprived today.  It's been quite an exciting tournament so far with world-record numbers of yellow and red cards in a single match, diving Dutchmen, cheating Italians and England have yet to be knocked out, so all in all not bad at all.  Could there be any potential upsets in the next couple of games though?  Could the French knock out the Brazilians?  Could ze Germans overpower Argentina?  Could the Italians beat Ukraine fair and square without having to dive for a dodgy penalty?  Time will tell..