Please click the photo above to play the daily videoThere's tired, and then there's the specific, self-inflicted tired that comes from staying up for a football match that actually delivers. England's win last night falls firmly into the latter category — the sort of fatigue you carry around today almost proudly, like a badge you'd earn again given the choice. Worth it, in other words. The bill has simply come due rather sooner than one would like, payable in heavy eyelids and a general sense of moving through syrup.
Knowing the day would need a bit of managing, I skipped the drive in altogether. A physio appointment sat in the afternoon calendar, which meant navigating across town at some point regardless, so I called a Grab instead and let someone else absorb the burden of Kuala Lumpur traffic. A decision that looked cleverer by the minute — the roads were jammed solid in that particular mid-week way that makes you wonder whether everyone in the Klang Valley had the same idea to go somewhere at once. Watching it all crawl past from the back seat, phone in hand, felt very much like the correct choice rather than the lazy one, whatever the difference actually is.
Lunch was dim sum, which is one of those meals that asks very little of you beyond turning up with an appetite and letting the trolleys do the rest. Small plates, steady grazing, no great decisions required — precisely the register a sleep-deprived body wants from a midday meal. There's a gentle sociability to it too, everyone reaching and sharing and topping up the tea, that suits a slower kind of day rather well.
From there it was off to Kota Damansara for the physio session, and the place turned out to be doing a roaring trade — packed to the point where finding anywhere to park became its own small expedition. A minor comedy of circling the block, weighing up increasingly dubious spots, before eventually accepting defeat and improvising. Small mercies that I wasn't driving my own car through that particular scrum; Grab earned its keep twice over today.
The appointment itself did what these things do — a bit of prodding, a bit of stretching, the usual professional interrogation of which bits complain and which stay quiet. Nothing dramatic, just the ongoing maintenance work that a body accumulates a need for over time, rather like a house that needs the odd wall re-plastered.
With the day's obligations dispensed with earlier than expected, I found myself home well ahead of the usual hour, which after last night's late kickoff felt like a rare and welcome gift. Dinner came early too, eaten at a civilised time for once rather than negotiated around whatever the evening had left standing.
The rest of the night went to catching up on football news — reading round the matches I'd missed, the reactions, the inevitable inquests into performances both heroic and hapless. A tournament like this rewards a bit of idle scrolling, piecing together the wider picture from headlines and highlights rather than watching every kick live. A quieter way to stay involved, and rather kinder to the eyelids after the exertions of the night before.