It's too hot for a waistcoat but, like you Cari, I am wearing a virtual one. Oh wouldn't it be wonderful? I remember 1966 so well, the excitement, tension, holding my breath till I thought I'd burst, then the jubilation, screams of joy and disbelief when we knew 'it was all over'.
But, oh God, if we do make it through, Sunday's going to rack up the tension to a whole new level! Help!!!
Army horses loose on London streets