At least you've been invited over to someone else's for a rugby watching breakfast. I've got folk coming to our house for the game with instructions to keep a plentiful supply of bacon rolls flowing, then a visit to St John's School Fete to spend lots of money on the tombola in a vain effort to win a bottle of wine.
Sunday will be spent cheering a triumphant (I hope

) Homer over the finishing line, followed by a celebratory/consolatory drink or two. I would cheer on the last of the mysterious relay team too, but as they have been so shy and retiring I don't know who/what to look out for
