Friday 27 April 2012
Last night when I arrived to pick Rory up from cricket he was clutching a cold compress to his forehead. Straight away I assumed he'd been whacked in the face with a bat or misjudged a catch and got a ball in the eye, but it turned out he'd managed it all by himself in the changing room. Boys, eh? My second thought was that his shiner would make a smashing blip for today, but it had gone down so much by this morning that there was nothing to see. So you can look at Euan instead.
It was just me and him at home today. And it was raining. A lot. I think we had just about all the toys out. Twice. Being in all day did mean I got to listen to plenty of music though; maybe it's all the rain but right now the stereo is pure sunshine.
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