April 23rd – Wet Day Play

1999:  Another bad day with training.  I wet all my trousers and the buggy.  Consequently I had pull ups on when mummy came to collect me.  It was raining slightly when we got home, but I played in the garden anyway, as it didn’t last long.  Didn’t want any tea, apart from a slice of dry bread – just as well mum doesn’t have to keep a daily food diary and show it to the health visitor!  Mum cooked some Naan bread, but I wasn’t too keen, so I fed the birds and mum and I stood and watched them eating.  I got fed up though because every time I went for a closer look they flew away!  Mum and I played a little one on one with the football, but she kept shouting handball and then she got fed up!  I don’t know why, I thought it was great fun keep running off with the ball.  I don’t see the problem

2019: At the age of two I obviously realised rugby was more for me than footy. Am hoping to start at Beccles but season nearly over and I need to save for some boots. Planning for September – body allowing (I wonder if the ref would allow sudden running from the field to the loo and back?!)

#rugby #football #eating #weather #pottytraining #crohns #birds #food

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I may do stupid things and make light of them but deep down there’s a reason and I love exploration, even if I cannot fully understand the outcome!

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