If we were having coffee…

I’d be gasping for one, as usual. I’d start by talking about the weather. It’s glorious. Blue blue blue sky, with a few white clouds bubbling over the horizon.

I won’t have a biscuit, no, thank you. I’m trying to cut down on sweet things. I have a terrible sweet tooth.

So, the weather. Amazing. Stood on the edge of a rugby pitch all morning, watching my son playing. He’s so light, it’s hard for him to tackle. He just gets dragged along. But he keeps getting stuck in, and he enjoys it, and the boys on the team are a nice bunch of lads. Usually I’m standing in the drizzle, warming my hands on a cup of cheap and cheerful coffee, wondering why I’m not a cricket mum, but today it was beautiful, and people I know and love kept coming over for a chat, so it was very sociable. I’m not mad keen on a lot of sporting parents. I don’t like the ones who get carried away, I can’t bear the ones who spend hours telling me how wonderful their son/daughter is, and I’m not that fussed on the ones who try and play for their child. But today I had a lovely chat with one of my favourite fellow mums.

We had a bits and bobs lunch and then went to work stacking wood. It looks much better down there – it was worth the effort. But now I have to go and make dinner. Thanks for the coffee. It was great. Catch up soon. Mwa mwa!

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