As the ripples of a falling out settled on our domestic waters, Alex, Emma and I began to watch the televised football match. We joked about the young Portuguese chap looking as though he was applying hair and face gel, before the game. Emma suggested that the Spanish team’s star man looked English, I thought he looked ugly - prophetic, that. And later, Alex chimed in with a generic insight:
Alex: It would be amazing if y’ Dad was a footballer.
Shane: Mm.
Alex: Cos he’d be rich.
Shane: Mm.
Alex: And then when he died, YOU'D be rich!
Shane: Possibly.
The Boy Wonder and I will be at our local team’s biggest match in more than two decades this weekend. Despite Emma’s objections, we have quietly agreed to join in with any pitch invasions that may subequently occur. We'll be the ones sporting red faces - not face paint or anything, oh no. We were the ones who went out for a hike around a local reservoir today - without sunblock - clever, that.
Alex: It would be amazing if y’ Dad was a footballer.
Shane: Mm.
Alex: Cos he’d be rich.
Shane: Mm.
Alex: And then when he died, YOU'D be rich!
Shane: Possibly.
The Boy Wonder and I will be at our local team’s biggest match in more than two decades this weekend. Despite Emma’s objections, we have quietly agreed to join in with any pitch invasions that may subequently occur. We'll be the ones sporting red faces - not face paint or anything, oh no. We were the ones who went out for a hike around a local reservoir today - without sunblock - clever, that.
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That's funny: my friend Kenju got sunburnt and she lives in North Carolina and is normally quite sensible.
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