Muddy boots

J learns an early lesson in playing 'proper football'. We have a little time but we have to make a decision about whether he is going to join one of those real football clubs that both train and play matches every week, or at least most weeks. It's probably a good idea and he'll no doubt love it. It just may take a bit of time for me to come to terms with moving on to the next phase of our family life that involves a bit more of individuals doing their own thing, rather than hanging out together. I'm sure they'll be time for that too, it will just be the balance that will change.

But no time for philosophical thoughts now as I have to dash to school for an evening of Bingo and Biryani. What's not to love about that?

Lesley x