Man Down.

For Steph, groggy turned into a fever, hence all that rest while her brother and I explored the craft fair yesterday. Our team reduced by a third, Ben and I struggled to occupy ourselves beyond the obligatory walk to Melrose Arch, trip to Woolworths, and watching the afternoon football match. The wheels started to turn as the day progressed, however, and by the time the Brazil-Ivory Coast game rolled around--with Steph promising to emerge and watch with us--Ben and I had constructed a game of our own to coincide with the events of the match.

The game mandated general consumption at the following moments:
- When the announcer used the full name of a Brazilian player.
- Whenever there were consecutive headers (later abandoned).
- Whenever a team passed back to the goalie.
- Corner kicks (also abandoned).

We stepped it up for the rarer occurrences, using the harder stuff, poured into plastic NyQuil dosage cups. Consumption rules were as follows:
- Stretcher appearance - 5 ml
- Yellow card - 10 ml
- Any goal - 20 ml
- Red card - 30 ml

Steph played along with a Vitamin Water (yes, an actual Vitamin Water, dissimilar to the one described when I recounted our bus ride to Rustenberg). We all made it out of the game safely, but sufficient damage was done to a some green bottles. The only one who woke up feeling under the weather was, unfortunately, Stephanie, who again spent the day resting and hydrating while battling symptoms of a fever.

Ben and I again did our best to stay occupied, this time following a wild hare by--wait for it--walking to Melrose Arch, going to Woolworths, and watching the afternoon football match. After laughing our way through the second half of Portugal's seven goal demolition of Korea DPR, we had to clear out for housekeeping. We took a different route down a new block to kill some time, finding a gem of joint called Debonairs Pizza. This place is pushing the limits of food; look at this section of the menu and tell me you're not simultaneously intrigued and concerned.

For indulging my digressions, I'll tell you that Stephanie is plugging along. She feels better at times, but so much rest doesn't provide her with a lot of strength to enjoy those moments. Ben and I are keeping her hydrated and cared for, and she has tomorrow to continue recovering before our next scheduled game on Wednesday.