Awoke this morning to find Amy, having pulled an all-nighter watching the Olympics, engrossed in coverage of curling.
Curling? Yes, curling. Even worse, she understood whatever was happening on screen and saluted a USA effort with “great shot!”
Great shot? I didn’t even know they had shots in curling. In fact, I didn’t even know curling was an Olympic sport.
Over the last 26 years, I’ve ignored my wife’s fascination with watching the Westminster Kennel Show or some arcane BBC series about animal doctors but curling?
Lord help us.