I guess I got a little too used to short working weeks, ‘cos these past two weeks have seemed to really drag, doesn’t help that I’ve picked up Wouter’s cold either. Feel like I’m sleep walking most of the time – then again 3am frollicks by the delinquent two (and no I’m not referring to the kids) is adding to the feeling of somnabulism. One of these days they’re both going to find themselves on the street corner with a tag around their necks saying…. ‘owner will pay to have us relocated’.
And who’d have guessed that PT could be so rough? Tamsyn came home on Tuesday with the nastiest bruise I’ve seen for a long time….on her nether regions. Now before the paranoid leap to the conclusion that some dastardly event had taken place – let me try and describe it for you – using her words.
We were playing a game of war – where the boys were one country and the girls another – each team has a flag which they keep in their pocket and it is up to the teams to try and get the other sides flag. As I’m not allowed to do any physical running (*) I was at the one end when this boy came running towards me with the flag. I grabbed his shoulders and made a grab for the flag. He wouldn’t let go, I wouldn’t let go… he pushed me away.. I still wouldn’t let go… he then kneed me really really hard.
Voila one decidedly sore girl – and one decidedly ‘needs a good talking to’ boy.
Must say though – have to give Tamsyn 10/10 for tenacity :-)
(*) she’s on foot rest till we collect her sports innersoles to help with her collapsed arches.