Another stop at the best services in the north.
Earlier I'd listened to Smithski leaving for the early train and waved farewell to J9 and Dad.
Later I took Joe to his first session at the boxing club. When I picked him up he was dancing around the heavy bag throwing punches while a very old trainer held the bag and yelled encouragement. So far so Rocky. Stinky hands from the gloves will replace the stinky feet from the football boots is the thought I had in the car on the way home.