And it’s back to Friday night training and Saturdays on the touchline. Well, in the most part it’s the Panther of News who does Beautiful Game related duties, what with him being a much over-looked midfield genius, or something.
Now, thanks to Boy Three, we have kiwis and no one particularly interested in eating them. Funny, surprising things kiwis. I’m often struck by how hairy and testicle-like (testicular?) they look, then they are always greener than I anticipated and, finally, they taste better than I remembered.
I did promise I wouldn’t post dozens and dozens of photos of mugging brats, but I do quite like this one.For a fleeting moment it seems they might actually get on with each other. Won’t last.
