Rugby

We went to watch some rugby on Saturday, no not South Africa against Australia, but our little primary school boys from the school where one of the boys in the home goes.

I was so terribly proud of him, really screaming just as hard as the other moms. OK, maybe sometimes a bit harder, but that was just because..... I don't know.

Everynow and then I think of the fairwell, and my throat closes up, so then I stop thinking about it.

Carl took the older boys with, they ended up playing their own game next to the field with an empty cooldrink bottle. They are all inspired now.

They did loose unfortunately, next time, hey.