Church today was enjoyable, other than falling over young Alfie and almost breaking both our necks. The young ladies rushed to save me, an action which upset the 9 year old as they ignored him while ensuring I was still active. Quite right too!
Having made the decision to walk, either walk or fix the bike first, I hobbled down the road in a bright warm sun. This brought out the motorbikes and Sunday drivers off for a drive, enabled those of us with a warm coat to wear over our jackets, and the footballers to break sweat, and very occasionally, bones!
The under 16's here are pursuing their football dream of glory, even if they only make it to the smaller leagues, and if not enjoying themselves as they labour on the sloping pitch. How I wished to change places with the goalkeeper! Alas I merely wandered home and watched the professionals fail to play any better than these lads were doing this afternoon.
Boris is quiet this weekend, he must be up to something!
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