A coffee break for stories, poems, snippets from the day. Some opinions creep in from time to time….
19 Nov 2009
Picked the g'son up last night after an away match in Perth (two hour drive away, luckily in a luxury coach with films) When we got home there was the ritualistic counting of bruises and recounting of injuries suffered by others (the worst this time was a dislocated thumb - ouch!!) I got out the arnica, ran a bath, fed soup and sandwiches and fell into bed as exhausted as the warrior. All teams lost yesterday to a fiendishly good school but as they won their last match we weren't feeling too downcast...
My last thought as I slid into oblivion was 'Thank whoever and whatever should be thanked that this child is now a normal boy again who can take a few knocks and still come up cheerful.' Such a difference to this time last year.
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