New Hope

Got home this evening after taking the nipper to football, then swimming then a birthday party. After all that he was still bouncing off the walls, full of energy.

So I decided this would be the evening. This would be when I would expose him to it. I put the DVD in, turned the 5.1 surround sound up and settled down I the glow with him.

“This, my boy is … STAR WARS.”

He was … amazed.

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Footy

Took the nipper to football practice on Saturday. The ground was hard with frost in the early morning after a chilling night. However by kickoff at 10am it had all melted but I had arrived in normal shoes rather than hiking boots. Needless to say, with dozens of nippers running about in football boots it was soon like The Somme.

I’ve been cooped in as a sort of membership secretary. This means I’m busy for most of the match collecting names on damp flapping A4. It was bitterly cold. Most of the players were kitted out in thick coats and hats whilst the odd one shivered in thin Premiership strips. All had a ball.