Une nuit blanche…

‘Une nuit blanche’, literally ‘a white night’, is a sleepless night. I don’t know why I should have been awake, on and off, between 2am and 4am last night as my conscience is (relatively) clear but I ended up listening to the Scotland/Romania rugby match on the radio on my pillow. I love football  (with the exception of Manchester United, of course) but rugby has never been ‘my thing’. Some people may enjoy the vicious tackles and mud-caked bodies but somehow they have always lacked appeal for me. It must be thanks to the talksport presenters (too woozy to remember which now) that this became gripping in the small hours. I remember the score reaching 22/21 to Scotland (I think) but I must have dropped off again because I still don’t know which side won. Sad, really…